Great Grandfather's menorah

In the 7th grade, my house was robbed. I was the first one to come home to this mess, and I was in complete shock. My parents were at work and my sister was still at home, so I went to my neighbor's house just to be safe. After the police had come and my parents were home, my mom took inventory of what she still had left. She lost bags and purses, sweaters and coats, and most importantly her grandmother's jewelry. Her heart was broken after losing the only things she had left that were her grandmother's. But I remembered that we still had my great great grandfather's menorah. My mom called him papa shabbas, since they saw him shabbat. I don't know the reason why he was given this menorah, but it is now a staple in my family's holiday tradition. This menorah has passed through 4 generations of my family, first papa shabbas, then the original grammy (my great grandmother), then grammy (my grandmother), then my mother. Hopefully, when I have a family of my own, I will be able to use papa shabbas' menorah 8 nights out of the year. By then, it will be even rustier and totally covered with candle wax. 3 years have passed since my family was robbed, and I couldn't be happier that papa shabbas' menorah stayed with us. 

Year: 1910

– Evan Kaplow-Healy

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more