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Jacqueline Kaufer Klein (66) shares once more about family, Newark and the generational legacy:
Always, when I think I have written my last little tale of my childhood in Newark, or of my last dream of the gazebo on Divident Hill surrounded by chestnut trees and forsythia in the springtime in Weequahic Park, another story comes alive.
I loved Newark with all of the places I have ever lived and visited. Those gritty streets were filled with magic.
My wonderful son, his wife and children lost their home and all of their possessions recently in the Los Angeles wildfires. They escaped with flames on their home. No evacuation notices ever went out to their neighborhood.
Every home was lost along with seventeen lives, hopes, futures and dreams.
I thank G-d every single night that they escaped. Among the things that my son most deeply laments losing, were the beautiful, deeply cherished heirlooms that came from my parents, handed down to me and which I gave to him, as well as to his sister and brother.
Lost was my mother's beautiful China that we used for every holiday. They included my grandmother's serving platters that held a century of briskets and roasted chickens served for Sabbaths. Blue glass cufflinks, the only things my son had from his father that he wore each High Holy Day, is also gone.
And yet, for whatever has been lost or left behind, the beautiful, bright sparks of family and faith nurtured in Newark are being passed on. My children carry their names; they still hear the stories; the Yiddish word; the ethos and echoes that ran through all our families like golden streams of love and wisdom. Streams that I felt back in Newark and which continue to have a lasting impact. These were the same feelings and values my mother, father, uncle, and all of the people who surrounded us in our Weequahic neighborhood, were taught and learned still remain with us.
We may have lost the serving pieces, those tangible items we could touch and wear. But we still have those Weequahic family stories, memories, traditions, and teachings. And for me personally, I am certain my parents would “kvell” knowing that their grandchildren and great grandchildren still value them to this day.
There is a wonderful line; "Walk like there are five thousand ancestors behind you ~ because there are." Even if we cannot hear their footsteps, I believe that if we close our eyes, we can see them and feel them! L'dor V'dor (Hebrew for from generation to generation). Jacqueline
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