My bubbeh died when I was very young. My one clear memory of her was when I visited my family in Toronto during the winter. She gathered snow outside, poured maple syrup over it and gave it to me as a treat. This photo, one of many taken by my zaydeh, shows how regal she was. She had a great eye for fashion and sewed some of her own clothes. When my zaydeh passed I helped clean out the family home and found a closet of her stylish clothes and accessories going back to the 1950’s.