What struck a cord with me was when Lorraine shared the story of her recent visit to Poland with her grandfather, to the town where he was raised. As she and her family walked down her grandfather's childhood street, they spotted a small shul at the end of the block. Their guide explained the synagogue had long been closed and boarded up, but upon further inspection, Lorraine's daughter noticed that a back door was ajar. It gave me chills to listen to Lorraine recount what they found... the shul was ransacked and appeared as it most likely had the day it was raided by the Nazis. There were sedarim and tefillin strewn across the small prayer room. When Lorraine lifted an old Torah cover she saved from the tiny shul I began to cry. My Ziedi, in his mid-eighties, prays twice a day. A survivor of these harrowing stories and he still has his faith. Listening to Lorraine I felt a grief, but also a strong sense of pride.
I've just started reading My Race and am enjoying Lorraine's stories. For more information, visit www.lorrainesbook.com.