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The Jewish man had a hint of the warm middle east about him, something that reminded me of good times and good friends.

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The Jewish woman had the sort of smile that puts the soul at ease.

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There was nothing better than a hug from my Jewish grandmother, as if the sunshine over generations had seeped into her bones and was so generously given through her loving arms.

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There was an intelligence to the old Jew, the kind that made you want to pull up a chair, sit closer and listen to his voice that rolled as smoothly as green hills.

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There was always a spark to the old Jewish lady, as if she had dancing in her DNA and it was forever in need of a way to express itself.

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Always with the sort of humour that tickles the soul, that brought mirth to every part of the body, that was my Jewish father.

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He was a generous spirit, that Jewish man, generous with his emotional warmth in a way brought the same out in others.