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Happy Resurrection Day! Are We Resurrecting Life?
Growing up, my parents bought a house in a predominately Jewish neighborhood. We lived just around the corner from a Jewish synagogue. The Star of David on the building served as a landmark on the corner of Independence Blvd. and Polk Street. Mrs. Issacson, who owned a drug store, lived a few blocks away. She was also the proud owner of a German Shepherd dog and a Boxer. When they had puppies, she asked my dad if I could have one. I brought home my first puppy when I was 8 years old, and he was 6 weeks old. He lived for 15 years.
Now that I think back, I didn’t know the people were Jewish. They were simply our neighbors, shop owners, my classmates, the milkman, the man who came by with a horse drawn wagon selling fresh fruits and vegetables. Read the rest of this entry