“And we said Kaddish. Of course, I would be a mess. I was in Poland in 1945 when Chelmno was still the place where the bones, charred bones, were laying all over. I was able to pick up some charred bones and sent part to Israel with our Rabbi’s son, Eisentein, I think is the name. Eisenstein took some of these child bones to Israel and put up a monument. And some of the bones we have at Beit Davidson cemetery in Long Island where we meet every year and say Kaddish.”