He’d wait me out if his parents let him. A promise is a promise, but is he ready for such a tale? I’ve only shared this story with a select few, and only for Holocaust remembrance.

And they want me to hear the story direct from the horse’s mouth.”“So now I am a horse? A horse is not kosher!

We lived in Jewish neighborhoods. Almost everyone you saw on the street was Jewish. It was almost like being in Eretz Yisroel.

Zachary Blake had become a man . . . both sides of the family were very proud. Zayde Max Lewin and Grampa Morris Blake chanted the Hamotzi over the bread and the feast was on. What Jewish celebration does not end with a feast?

Jewish resistance and prisoner ingenuity were vital parts of Jewish history, and people needed to remember them . . . He had a duty to report his grandfather’s heroic exploits to generations to come. L’dor v’dor, Zayde.