Mom In Shanghai, China
This is my Beautiful Mom in Shanghai, China on her Rickshaw during the war when she was a young teenage girl. She left behind her beautiful home in Berlin and everything she knew that was safe and comfortable about her life in Germany to travel across the world and begin a new life in Shanghai. And she did! She fell in love with my Father, a charming French and Hungarian man, and began a new life in America when the war ended. They got married in Shanghai, but it was not until the dozenth time that it became official on an American Ship when my Father asked the Captain to take them 3 miles out from shore and marry them. Victory! Love Always Wins!
This Mother’s Day 2019, I feel deeply honored to celebrate with my Mom who is 95 and still standing. Tall, Strong, and Mighty! She taught me so many things about life, but perhaps most of all, she taught me about patience and self care…She always said “You have to live with yourself and find your own balance. . . your own harmony.” And certainly you do to live a life well lived!
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mothers! I believe every woman is a mother to so many.
This is my Mother’s Prayer Book that lies on her bedside table. It was given to her by her Tante Frieda on October 11, 1936 on her 13th Birthday in Berlin. It is the Talmud, the centerpiece of Jewish cultural life.
My Oma, my mother’s Mother was a Catholic who fell in love with a Jewish man and married him. My Grandfather was wise enough to realize it was time to leave Berlin in 1943 and moved the family to Shanghai, China. Another Love Story began in Shanghai when my Mother fell in love with a French / Hungarian / American man who sailed there during the war. After 11 attempts, they finally married at sea, during the 12th ceremony, 3 miles out from Shanghai, on my Father’s ship. Love always wins! My Father was a Christian Catholic and so the roles reversed once again. Love is always the winner, not religion.
As I listen to the news and read all the stories about the present human insanity, and the man who fired up his guns in a synagogue to kill innocent Jewish people, it breaks my heart that there is so much hatred against Jewish communities and people. Temples are for respite, reflection, sanctuary, family, friends, and love. A sacred place to worship and rest in the quiet and silence. So is the church, and any sacred ground of worship . . . no matter the faith or religion. It’s time to come together. And next week, November 6th, it’s time to vote out hatred in this country. Love always wins.
My Beloved Mother’s ancient Prayer Book gifted to her on her 13th Birthday, October 1936.