Pvt. William Sumner

I’ve been scanning more family photos recently and came across many of my great uncle, William Sumner, who died in a plane crash during World War II, while on a training mission in Florida.

He was the middle brother, in between my grandfather Harry (died 2007) and my great Uncle Joe. Before the war, William was a pilot for Pan Am. He had a fiance. He died June 17, 1945, while my grandfather was fighting in Europe. My father was named after him.

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Visiting the Nephews

Here are some photos of my trip to Charleston, South Carolina where I visited my nephews, Ryan and Henry.

We went to the library, where Ryan found his friend Arthur.
Ryan and I played a lot.
Henry and Lilly.
I read him all of these books.
Dada with the kids.
Having some fun right before I had to leave.

25 Years Ago, I Got Bar Mitzvahed

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I was Bar Mitzvahed on June 17, 1989, at Shaare Tefila when it was still in Silver Spring. I even remember the first couple of verses from my haftorah, Naso. Rest in peace to the man who prepared me, Cantor Gershon Levin, who died this past Memorial Day.

Cantor Gershon Levin
Cantor Gershon Levin.

The photos of my family and I on the bima at Shaare Tefila were taken, I believe, a day earlier.

The Two Jakes

I’ve had two cats named Jake. The first was one my parents got before I was born. He had a brother named Theodore.

In 1992, after Jake and Theodore died, my cousin Matt brought home another all-black cat. Since the second one looked so much like the first, we just kept the name.

The first Jake.
The first Jake kept that collar on. The other didn’t.
Jake I.
The first Jake lived more than 15 years.
The second Jake.
Zach pets the second Jake.
The second Jake.
The second Jake as a kitten.
In 1994, Jake got some company when we got our beagle, Daisy.
In 1994, Jake got some company when we got our beagle, Daisy.
I’m not sure if he liked it when I did this, but he stayed there long enough for a couple of photos and didn’t scratch me.
Jake once kicked my grandmother out of this seat by climbing up behind her and making noise on the wooden blinds. She still talks about it to this day.
Jake died in 2008 at the age of 16, just like the other Jake.