The iron rabbit sits stoically among the azaleas waiting for the next group of squirrels (who apparently can never remember where they buried their acorns and invade my garden digging ridiculous holes in the mulch and soil in their never-ending fruitless attempts to stir their memories and are generally not very intellectual creatures in the…
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The Martyr Rabbi and The Poet-Priest
by Hank Greenwald “Hello, Father. My name is Abraham Laser,” said the man with the heavy, dark beard. “Hello, Rabbi. I’m Father Ryan of St. Mary’s,” replied the bristly-haired priest. The two men had noticed each other many times on the streets of Mobile. They would nod as if to recognize the sorrow-filled purpose that…
Stones of Respect [Pilgrimage to Jackson, MS] Chapter 6
The Stones of Respect placed on the grave of our great grandmother, Anna Bernstein Korn represent all of you wonderful Korn cousins and my Greenwald family.
Welcome to my blog!
I will write the stories from my life experiences. But first, the Korn Family History which has held my interest for over forty years.