Chatting with a contemporary on Shemini Atzeres we each remembered how in the 1950s and 1960s throngs would come to shul for Yizkor. Yizkor was their opportunity to remember their parents who had been killed in the Holocaust. They came, they cried through Yizkor and then they went home.

Never knowing when their kin were slaughtered, my parents and their contemporaries didn’t observe a specific yahrzeit date for their parents and siblings.

Not that long ago I discovered photographs of my great-grandfather and of his metzayvah. “Froim Chazzan,” as he was known, died in 1915. My late Mother, Frima, was named for him. On the 20^th of Chesvan—I plan to say kaddish and host a small tikkun.

Carl Singer
Passaic