“N.R.” — a gold ring with his initials was always on his finger. Within minutes of his passing, my mother removed his ring and gave it me. “He wanted you to have it . . . “. I bore his initials (N.R.). He is my maternal grandfather. A hero whose survival and persistence still seems miraculous. I will soon publish his own words about his “roots”. His story deserves to be told again and again. Recently, I told it to my children. They were fascinated that their “old grandpa”, the name that they/we gave him, had survived Dachau, the Nazi’s and the Holocaust. As we walked through the Holocaust Memorial and the Jewish Museum in Florida (my kids wanted to go — really, it was their idea), they peppered me with questions about “old grandpa”. They even re-created a playground battle in which the Jews survive and the Nazi’s perish. Hearing my children, his legacy, repeat his heroics and name has reignited my pride in his accomplishments, his story — history and my my roots.
I recently came across this honor that he received as an octogenarian. Please visit the link and read about Norbert Reinstein — my namesake.
Stay tuned for his story — I am proud to be retelling it. B’H”.