My brother and I were born in Pensacola,
about 45 minutes give or take from Gulf Shores. My dad was raised
there. I spent many summers there growing up, visiting my
grandparents. I have so many memories there. And of course my mom and dad and aunt have even more. We made a day trip over to P'cola to visit the synagogue my grandparents were
members of and where my grandpa served as a President and picture still hangs
on the wall. It is a place we all have so many memories of from when we
were little and me and Adam especially wanted to show our spouses and show our
kiddos as well.
Family's name still on the row
of seats they used to sit in each week
Torah holder my grandparents
donated
Close up shot of plaque on
Torah holder
After the synagogue we visited the greasy
spoon spot, The Coffee Cup, where every one that used to work there knew my Grandpa and Nana and would ooo and ahh over my brother and I when we would come to
visit. Another place with loads of memories. Some of my grandparents
old friends also met up with us here.
And then we went to visit my Grandpa at the
cemetery. It is a Jewish custom to place a stone on the head stone of
your loved one's grave as a symbol of your visit and that your loved one has
not been forgotten. My mom brought some nice stones from home to ensure
we'd all have one. We placed one on my grandpa's grave as well as other
close loved ones buried there. Blake, who has the sweetest heart I've
ever known, asked my mom for another stone because he saw some one's headstone
that didn't have any stones on it and wanted them to have one too. Love
that kid.
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