A place to read community members’ recollections about Jewish life in the Washington, D.C., area. Read memories on specific topics by clicking on the words under “Tags.”


Being accustomed to kosher steaks when I was a boy, my first introduction to good red (bloody!) meat was when my brother Balfour became ill and the doctor recommended red meat and my father brought home delicious non-kosher steaks.

Like walking into a bakery

My mother was a fantastic cook and a wonderful baker. What I do remember is coming home on Friday from school, and it was just like walking into a bakery. The smell was just absolutely delicious. She would bake challahs and kichelech and cookies and babkes.