Private Stephen Winneger was on patrol one night during WWII when he saw a figure running through a field. He shouted, “Halt or I’ll shoot.” The figure ducked behind a tree and started to dig. Stephen again shouted, “Halt or I’ll shoot!” He didn’t halt. Stephen caught up with him and tackled him to the ground. To his surprise, he found he had captured a young boy. An ornate Menorah had fallen from the boy’s hands in the scuffle and Stephen picked it up. The boy tried desparately to grab it back shouting in Yiddish, “Give it to me! It’s mine!” Stephen assured the boy that he was among friends, and that, furthermore, he himself was Jewish.
The boy had just survived several long, tortuous years of the Holocaust in a concentration camp and was naturally mistrustful of all men in uniforms. He had come back to retrieve the menorah he had hidden there. It was all he had left in the world. He had been forced to watch the shooting of his father, and had no idea what had become of his mother.
Stephen took the boy, whose name was David, under his wing. As they became closer and closer, Stephen’s heart went out to the boy. He offered David the opportunity to come back to New York City with him. He accepted and underwent official adoption procedures.
Back home, a curator of the Jewish Museum in Manhattan, saw the menorah and told David it was a very valuable, historic, European Menorah and that it should be shared with the entire Jewish Community. He offered David $2,500 for the menorah—a staggering sum of money in the late 1940’s! But David refused the incredible offer, emphatically stating that the menorah had been in his family for over 200 years and that no amount of money could ever make him sell it. He would not part with a family mitzvah tradition.
When Hanukkah came, David and Stephen lit the menorah in the window of their home in New York City. An hour later there was a knock on the door. When Stephen went to answer he found a woman with a strong German accent who said that she was walking down the street when she saw the menorah in the window. She said that she had once had one just like it in her family and had never seen any other like it. Could she possibly come inside and take a closer look?
Winneger invited her in and said that the menorah belonged to his son, David, who could perhaps tell her more about it. He went upstairs and called David down to talk to the woman. And that is how David was reunited with his mother. (©2014. Printed with permission from Rabbi Baruch Lederman, author of Shulweek www.kehillastorah.org.)
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