My daughter needed some old photos to show in school. This one of three men in Japanese costumes is one of the old family photos I scanned in for her to use. The man on the right is my maternal grandfather – he looks quite youthful. I do not know the other men. I never met this grandfather – he died long before I was born.
I didn’t know anything about Yokohama, Japan, so I looked the city up. It looks quite modern now, but it seems to have quite a bit of history. I found this on http://www.yokohamajapan.com/about/:
With only a population of 600, the small village Yokohama started to become widely known to its own country and the world, when its port first opened in 1859. Since then, Yokohama has been taking hold its business function as a modern trading city, pursuing export of Japanese silk and tea.
I have written in the past about my maternal grandfather. When you don’t know a relative, it is intriguing to try to learn more about this person; unfortunately, everyone who once knew him is no longer alive. Here is my grandfather in front of a shop. Here he is on a boat. I originally wrote about my maternal grandfather on this post. Finally, here is a post about a visit he made to his hometown, Mariampole. That was the last time he visited – the relatives there were all murdered in World War II.
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So why do I have time to write a little? Today is a fast day – the 10th of Tevet (Assarah b’Tevet). It commemorates the beginning of the siege of Jerusalem by Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon. On the 9th of Av (in the summer), he destroyed the Temple. This was way back in 588 BCE.
The rabbinate in Israel decided that the 10th of Tevet should be a day to commemorate any loved ones who died in the Holocaust, and we are unaware of their yahrzeits (dates of death). As my relatives from Mariampole fall into this category, I remember them today.