The story of the Menorah 

My great grandmother, along with some other family, immigrated from the Ukraine to the United States in 1936 a couple years before world war II. My grandmother was only 10 years old. My grandmother first got onto a train, and from the train to a boat that took them to New York.  They took a train from New York to Los Angeles. My great grandmother stayed there for the rest of her life and eventually had my grandpa.
Since my family is Jewish  we have always celebrated Hanukkah. My Grandpa taught my mom about the religion and prayers. My Grandpa gave my mom a menorah when she moved into her own house. The menorah was passed down from my great grandparents to my grandpa and now to my mom. It's a beautiful menorah, It's all brass that has Jewish lettering carved into it. It still has the wax from the candles we burn every year stuck on to it. 
The menorah will be mine someday and if or when I have kids it will be passed down to them and so on. Even though my family still celebrates Christmas, being Jewish will always be apart of me and my family.        

– J

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