My Menorah is one of the most prized possessions in my family. I remember coming home for the first night of hanukkah and seeing the Menorah light up in front of my eyes. While the candles were burning I remember reflection on the past first nights and think how great they were. My Menorah has been in my family for 3 decades. It came into my family when my great grandpa bought it from a store in germany during the nazi reign. Thankfully my great grandpa got out of Germany and moved to South Africa and then to America. After he died he gave it to my grandma and then to my dad. I hope one day the Menorah is pasted to me.
– Nicky Pomerantz