Women's Stories

My Mother Rose

My mother Rose, poses at her younger sister Toby's wedding. It is 1947 Toronto, Rose is 35 years old and still single, an unusual circumstance for the times and her strict religious upbringing. Perhaps it was fate. It would be another year before she met and married my father, a holocaust survivor and a fractured soul who lost his entire family to the Nazis. Exceptionally giving and a woman of valour, Rose will be forever remembered