Deedee. I remember going to visit the house as it was being built—I was six when we moved. The day we moved was rainy, and it must have been a Saturday, because I think I went to Sunday school the next day with our next door neighbor—must have been a strange thing for my parents, as it was at a Conservative synagogue. I don’t recall being thrilled with Sunday school—even after my parents were founding members of the Reform Jewish Congregation of Merrick. For a few years we had Sabbath school on Saturdays—I really hated that—never did my homework and never learned any Hebrew. I quit just after my brother’s Bar Mitzvah—I was in the 4th grade. I remember our rabbi, Benno Wallach, coming to our house and talking in the living room with him; he tried to persuade me to come back, and tried to get my parents to “encourage” me. No dice.