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The memoir of Helen Weinberg depicts the plight of a young woman who hailed from Kremenitz, Poland. Separated from her family during World War Two, she was imprisoned, beaten, starved and tortured. This story is told using her own words from stories, essays and poetry translated from Yiddish and Polish, and serves as a guide through the different periods of her life. The pen and paper were her catharsis for the emotional torture she endured and provide a window into her soul. PRAISE FOR WHITE ANGEL “This book is a wonderful tribute to the multifaceted life of an extraordinary grandmother. Written by P’nina Seplowitz with great respect and much love, it traces the story of a woman who was exposed to the most horrific manifestations of human cruelty and who emerged with powerful strength to create a new world, who responded to the assault of death with an outpouring of life. The book is warm, touching and beautifully written; it will inspire its readers, young and not so young alike.” – RABBI JACOB J. SCHACTER, Yeshiva University “White Angel is a thought provoking work of Holocaust literature. Helen Weinberg’s remarkable story elicits the sorrowful burden of a broken nation and the glimmer of hope that existed with the establishment of the State of Israel. White Angel is an essential staple for any home or school.” – RABBI DOV LIPMAN, Member Israeli Knesset “P’nina Seplowitz does a terrific job of telling an inspirational, yet tragic story, through the eyes of her heroic grandmother. This book is a must read for all those looking to be inspired by the strength of the human spirit.” – RABBI STEVEN BURG, Simon Wiesenthal Center

The memoir of Helen Weinberg depicts the plight of a young woman who hailed from Kremenitz, Poland. Separated from her family during World War Two, she was imprisoned, beaten, starved and tortured. This story is told using her own words from stories, essays and poetry translated from Yiddish and Polish, and serves as a guide through the different periods of her life. The pen and paper were her catharsis for the emotional torture she endured and provide a window into her soul. PRAISE FOR WHITE ANGEL “This book is a wonderful tribute to the multifaceted life of an extraordinary grandmother. Written by P’nina Seplowitz with great respect and much love, it traces the story of a woman who was exposed to the most horrific manifestations of human cruelty and who emerged with powerful strength to create a new world, who responded to the assault of death with an outpouring of life. The book is warm, touching and beautifully written; it will inspire its readers, young and not so young alike.” – RABBI JACOB J. SCHACTER, Yeshiva University “White Angel is a thought provoking work of Holocaust literature. Helen Weinberg’s remarkable story elicits the sorrowful burden of a broken nation and the glimmer of hope that existed with the establishment of the State of Israel. White Angel is an essential staple for any home or school.” – RABBI DOV LIPMAN, Member Israeli Knesset “P’nina Seplowitz does a terrific job of telling an inspirational, yet tragic story, through the eyes of her heroic grandmother. This book is a must read for all those looking to be inspired by the strength of the human spirit.” – RABBI STEVEN BURG, Simon Wiesenthal Center

When I slept upstairs I would wake up and hear noises during the night. That’s when I got really scared of the dark. I was too scared to go downstairs to the bathroom so I wet the bed. I never used to wet the bed. Now I was wetting the bed all the time. What made me start doing that? I don’t remember wetting the bed before this. Did Thomas and I get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Did our mom get us up and take us to the bathroom? All I knew was that I was wetting the bed every night and Thomas was making fun of me for it. I was really scared of the dark now. I don’t know why I started being so afraid of the dark. What happened to make me be so afraid? This is a raw and powerful story of a woman who has suffered from multiple kinds of abuse and how it has affected every aspect of her life. She has gone through incest, childhood sexual abuse, and mental and verbal abuse. She begins by introducing you to her family and her story starts from there. She goes through her childhood, adult life, and up to the present. She is candid in the way she writes the story of her life. She tells you when and how the sexual abuse happened, how she felt about it at the time, and how it is still affecting her today. She was fifty five when she faced the abuse and started healing from the devastating effects it had on her life. She felt a need to tell her story and it took a lot of courage for her to disclose her life in such an open and honest way. Her story will give you hope and inspiration that you can heal at any age of your life.

When I slept upstairs I would wake up and hear noises during the night. That’s when I got really scared of the dark. I was too scared to go downstairs to the bathroom so I wet the bed. I never used to wet the bed. Now I was wetting the bed all the time. What made me start doing that? I don’t remember wetting the bed before this. Did Thomas and I get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Did our mom get us up and take us to the bathroom? All I knew was that I was wetting the bed every night and Thomas was making fun of me for it. I was really scared of the dark now. I don’t know why I started being so afraid of the dark. What happened to make me be so afraid? This is a raw and powerful story of a woman who has suffered from multiple kinds of abuse and how it has affected every aspect of her life. She has gone through incest, childhood sexual abuse, and mental and verbal abuse. She begins by introducing you to her family and her story starts from there. She goes through her childhood, adult life, and up to the present. She is candid in the way she writes the story of her life. She tells you when and how the sexual abuse happened, how she felt about it at the time, and how it is still affecting her today. She was fifty five when she faced the abuse and started healing from the devastating effects it had on her life. She felt a need to tell her story and it took a lot of courage for her to disclose her life in such an open and honest way. Her story will give you hope and inspiration that you can heal at any age of your life.

In his memoir, Dr. George E. Allen looks back at a career spanning more than five decades of teaching music to Philadelphia students. Early on in life, he learned about many styles of music, and he took his love of the art to college, where he earned multiple degrees before joining the Philadelphia School District. There, he earned the respect of students, fellow music teachers, and music administrators. It wasn’t easy, but he did it his way and enjoyed positive results. He inspired the same type of dogged effort in his students, relying on a phrase that he placed at the beginning of all his syllabi: “It is better to know than to think you know.” He first heard that on the phone from Ellis Marsalis, the father of jazz musician Wynton and a well-known musician in his own right. Allen adopted the phrase as one of his own mantras, never allowing his students to say “I think” or “I can’t.” Whether you are someone who loves music, an education professional, or someone thinking about becoming a teacher, you can find inspiration in Allen’s love for music, education, and his students. It was time for me to begin serious work on writing about my experience as a music educator in Philadelphia because I did it differently with satisfying results.

In his memoir, Dr. George E. Allen looks back at a career spanning more than five decades of teaching music to Philadelphia students. Early on in life, he learned about many styles of music, and he took his love of the art to college, where he earned multiple degrees before joining the Philadelphia School District. There, he earned the respect of students, fellow music teachers, and music administrators. It wasn’t easy, but he did it his way and enjoyed positive results. He inspired the same type of dogged effort in his students, relying on a phrase that he placed at the beginning of all his syllabi: “It is better to know than to think you know.” He first heard that on the phone from Ellis Marsalis, the father of jazz musician Wynton and a well-known musician in his own right. Allen adopted the phrase as one of his own mantras, never allowing his students to say “I think” or “I can’t.” Whether you are someone who loves music, an education professional, or someone thinking about becoming a teacher, you can find inspiration in Allen’s love for music, education, and his students. It was time for me to begin serious work on writing about my experience as a music educator in Philadelphia because I did it differently with satisfying results.

Although only 10 stories here yet they interestingly revealed how the writer at his teens, handicapped with limited education and funds, was forced to cheat his way into Chinese and British Navy to become a sailor and later worked as chief officer on freighters running through the blockades; how he dealt in Communist China when confronted with Communist's irrational teenage cadres and what happened when Nationalist's special-agent wanted him to hyjack the ship to Taiwan. Then what did he do when seeing a lady jumping overboard which also brought out another story about a man stopped at the brink of jumping down the tallest building in Canton and started a new life in Macao. The writer also recorded his long, unfulfilled secret love affair that spilled out the thousand-year-old inhuman tradition in China; the effect on a man when nepotism and the closely-circled territory before and during early nineteen forties in the old Chinese Navy; how a British sailor sacrificed his opportunity to join his ship in order to help an unknown Chinese sailor in England; then in Hong Kong, the power-struggling for the control of a ship and her 'human-cargo' (soldiers) during the civil war in China. Fascinating and informative stories.

The large paneled door to the front part of the house opened wide, and there he was. There was the one I had been waiting to meet. There was the one for whom I had done scrubbing and cleaning and baking. There was the man who had lived in the White House some years ago, the one who had met with world leaders. There was the man who had served as the President of our country, and he was standing right in front of me, right here in my house. He looked so tall and so handsome. His head was covered with lots of grey hair, and he looked very presidential in his tailored navy blue suit. His eyes were smiling as he walked straight toward my family and me. Kind and gracious words fl owed from his mouth as our hands grasped—another Emily Post moment. Then his tall body squatted down right in front of Sara and Julica, and he looked straight into their eyes and shook their hands. Julica was being especially bashful, and her eyes turned to the floor as President Clinton held her hand and spoke to her. Sara, however, looked the President straight in the eyes, and as she held his hand, she said, “Hello, Mr. President.”

This book is a recounting of some of the experiences I had while serving in the Army and Army Air Corps during WWII. The events are as accurate as I could recall without embellishment. I took the pictures of Don Lawless and Gene Van Houten in Don Woerpel’s book, The 79th Fighter Group. This is an expanded version of my original book, "Memoirs of Ken Thompson, A WWII Fighter Pilot." I have also added my views on some of the issues facing our society.

This book is an honest and exciting description of a life that is filled with a surprising variety of experiences from farm boy to the Flannery Chair of Theology at Gonzaga University, Spokane, Washington. It is a vocation filled with one Christian’s daily response to the Lord’s call through the human authorities who play an important role in this life’s journey. It’s a journey that goes from the peace of the farm to Roosevelt’s War, from the cloister to the seminary to a full-time engagement with the process of church renewal after the Second Vatican Council.

By reading about my journey of the heart—trial, tribulations, and overall triumphs—I hope that you are encouraged by the miracles that my family and I witnessed in the life of my special-needs child. When things looked the darkest, it was our heavenly Father that gave us the light to continue to move forward in our “wilderness journey.” While most of these pages have come directly from the pages of my personal journal, I have chosen to omit the names of some people and places to protect the innocent and guilty alike. I’ve also chosen to refer to my daughter in this story by her nickname, LuLu, as that is what she likes to be called. I will honestly admit to you that this book has brought healing to me, although it was difficult and very painful for me to relive some of the events of the past. My hope for you, dear reader, is that you will acquire a better understanding of just how precious life truly is and that no life should be considered less valuable than another. My husband and I have had the privilege of living in the house that belonged to his grandmother. We’ve been able to raise our three children in the same house that holds so many childhood memories for him. It’s located in Millbrook, Alabama—north of the state’s capital, Montgomery. Living in this city has given us the warm feeling of family and a sense of comfort with its Southern charm and friendly faces. With our corner lot, our azalea filled yard, and our house full of memories, I sat down to record every step of my journey with our little “dandelion.” “Why, yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes” (James 4:14).

I was born in 1925. This is my story of growing up on a farm and following the oft-times bumpy road of life. It is the story of my family and ancestors, those pioneers who cut the trails and paved the roads for our journey through life. Several major events helped shape the lives and attitudes of those born before 1940. It was a struggle raising a family in the thirties: not only was the nation in a financial crisis, Mother Nature was in an ugly mood. When people reminisce, they often talk about the “good times” they had during the “bad times.” There was a shortage of money but an abundance of love and family togetherness. A product of hardy pioneer stock, at an early age, I gained satisfaction from a hard day’s work well done. From managing a trucking business and selling brushes, I became first lady of an insurance company and pursued my dreams of becoming an artist.

I was born in 1925. This is my story of growing up on a farm and following the oft-times bumpy road of life. It is the story of my family and ancestors, those pioneers who cut the trails and paved the roads for our journey through life. Several major events helped shape the lives and attitudes of those born before 1940. It was a struggle raising a family in the thirties: not only was the nation in a financial crisis, Mother Nature was in an ugly mood. When people reminisce, they often talk about the “good times” they had during the “bad times.” There was a shortage of money but an abundance of love and family togetherness. A product of hardy pioneer stock, at an early age, I gained satisfaction from a hard day’s work well done. From managing a trucking business and selling brushes, I became first lady of an insurance company and pursued my dreams of becoming an artist.