In May, I got a thank-you note from a person named Scott Teitler about my apple cake.  It warmed my heart.
Never underestimate the power of a thank-you note everyone!
Now, I have to write a few of my own, since I just came back from a trip to Eastern Europe to see where my father lived, in Hungary, the Czech Republic, and Ukraine.  First,  I have to thank my guide, Alex Dunai, who took me around to places.

Then, Jewish Gen and Meyer Abramowitz, the gracious host at the synagogue in Munkach where Alex took us to trace the names of the streets in Munkach, which have changed so many times over the years, he needed he concordance Mr. Abramowitz had.

Then, the old woman whose name I don’t even know, who insisted I pose with her in the hydrangea bush in the yard where my father lived with his wife and one child.

Then, the lovely couple who hosted us for Shabbat lunch. The salmon was delicious!