After the Communist Revolution my great-grandfather filled a milk jug with gold coins and buried it in the yard with the hope that one day he’d retrieve it.
The statues forge a connection between the Polynesian ancestors and members of the community. I, too, have been looking to reconnect to the chain of my ancestors.
Her father refused to believe the doctors' pessimistic diagnosis. Her miraculous survival instilled a steadfast gratitude to God, despite the barrage of atheistic Communist propaganda.
Why Sukkot Is the Holiday of Joy
