Lynda’s Bat Mitzvah took place while we lived in Florida. I haven’t got the real photo album, only a few extra photos that you’ll find in this story. Here’s the crew at the synagogue.
A few classic posed shots, one heck of a cake, and I have no idea how I wound up being carried around on a chair. I thought it was Lynda’s turn.
And here’s the new woman. I love that picture with grandpa Harry.
