My father Jacob was a gentle, soft-spoken, loving man. He was born January 1914 in Sanok, Poland. He endured many hardships and lost many loved ones. Six years of courageous acts such as buying and selling on the black market, crossing three borders and finding people to hide him helped in his survival. In 1944, he was liberated in Romania by the Russians and drafted by the Polish Army. My mother and father met in Austria after the war at a camp for orphans, where my father taught Hebrew. They came to America in 1949 and devoted themselves to making a family and living a normal life. My sister and I will remember our dad as a caring and loving father, devoted husband to our mother, proud grandfather and generous friend to many.