The author Yosef Haim Brener wrote in one of his stories: "I am not the son of a prince, nor am I the son of a baron. My family is of no interest for history writers."

            My stories are not about princes and barons. My stories are songs praising the small details of life, rising as a melody out of meetings and conversations with simple but wonderful people. These pages are words and sounds coming from near and distant relatives.

            I bring before you all those conversations and memories that were captured and have settled in my mind and in my soul. The memories interweaved here will lead you through the convoluted and complex dirt roads in Poland, Belarus, Lithuania, Germany, Holland, Israel, Lebanon, USA, Mexico, France, etc, etc.

            Do you believe these tales cover all our family's stories?

            That is far from the truth.

            Our parents who survived the pogroms, the Holocaust, the exiles and wars, kept silent. Only on rare occasions did they break the wall of silence and utter a few words, hinting about their life in the old, abandoned world. A generation passed before our parents realized they must give their descendants two important gifts: roots and wings.

            The stories, photos and documents will slowly fill this family site. Hopefully these materials will be part of the important gifts to the upcoming generations: deep roots and strong wings. The two gifts will help them build a more stable world of their own.

Perhaps reading, observing and reflecting upon the stories brought here will remind family members, friends and other readers of an additional memory, a forgotten picture, a detail about a relative, a description of a home, a street or a village, a document or a key to a life puzzle.

This site will always be under construction, and all the coming contributions will enrich, extend and refresh our story, as well as strengthen our connecting threads with the many relatives scattered throughout the world.