by Rabbi Sylvan Kamens and Rabbi Jack Riemer In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them. In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them. In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them. In the blueness of…
I’ve been remiss in updating this site recently. My father died this past July, and between eight classes at three colleges and caring for my mother in Honeoye, I’ve had a full plate this fall. Bob and Peggy, if you see this, thank you for the lovely note on dad’s obituary. I sent an email…
Karen Lee Hunt would have turned 56 today.