My great great grandfather from my mother's side was a shochet and a mohel in a tiny town in Hungary called Tab. The family had eight children, including my great grandfather. Only my great grandfather along with one brother survived the war. During the war, my great grandfather worked as a forced laborer in a shipyard in Germany. One day a Nazi pushed great grandfather off a gangplank while he was carrying a heavy load. He couldn't swim and he was sure that he would drown. He miraculously found himself on shore a while later. He was convinced all of his life that Eliyahu Hanavi saved him from drowning. After the war, he married my great grandmother in a displaced person camps. They had a blackout during their wedding, so the wedding was lit with candles. They moved to Brooklyn where he worked in a sweater factory and was also a mohel. They had 14 children, one of which is my grandmother. My great-grandfather loved nature and spending time with his grandchildren.