Posted by Marjorie U. Sokoll

Every Shabbat I would bring Dora a delicious challah from the local bakery, sing Hebrew and Yiddish songs for her with my guitar, and play Jewish music on a tape recorder. It was a very special relationship for both of us. At the time, I believed that Dora’s situation was unusual. Little did I know that there were hundreds of Doras living in nursing homes throughout Greater Boston isolated from their Jewish community.
That was thirty-six years ago.
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