This section of the website contains a collection of memories of people past and present, and events that left a lasting impression on us. It illustrates the relationships that mattered to those who are here, and those who have left us.
Whether long or short, we encourage you to share your stories and anecdotes. You will need to indicate your consent to publishing your story.
I am very proud of my mother, Bessie Coodin, and my Aunt Nellie. Both were fighters, in their own ways. Both in their own ways, are responsible for me being me. They were very very special to me. I am very humbled by my Uncle Leib, who is the one responsible for our family’s escape from Russia. I keep a picture of him on my desk. He was a real fighter. And my world was enhanced by Molly and Moe, who took me under their wings, both as a young man and later, as a successful businessman. I would turn to Moe to discuss business decisions in my early days in business. I will never forget them! And Adele (Colleen’s Mother) always protected me and took care of me when she could, when I was a little boy. I will never forget her. As for my two daughters, Rhalee and Chaylee, I Love them to pieces. I am very proud of them. As for two step sons, Jonathan and Daniel, I Love them to pieces. I am very proud of them. As For My wife Este, Este is the LOVE of MY LIFE!!!
Ivor Hughes
Before I went into the insurance business with London Life in 1961 I was visiting with my father in law and Motl Coodin happened to be there visiting Sam Bakalinsky and I enquired by asking Mr. Coodin if he ever considered selling the mill business. Well he went livid and began to laugh so hard I thought he wouldn’t stop laughing. He eventually said that people were not eating groipen anymore and he was planning on closing up soon. Lucky for me that I went into insurance and retired successfully in 1993.
Art Hirsch
The time spent with my grandmother Rose COODIN and Aunt Pearl in Los Angeles. My cousins and Aunt Betty Spencer. The times when we would gather at my grandmother’s in LA. They were precious times.
Lorin McLachlin
I remember going to Detroit by car to visit Aunty Nellie, Uncle Phil and the girls. Their yard was full of ant hills. On the way home, Arnold and I got the measles!
Glory Pudavick
When I was 5, my zaide Berel Kreger gave me a drag of his cigarette and instructed me to inhale. It felt like swallowing cactus and made me a lifelong non-smoker. On the other hand, I couldn’t get enough of the dill pickles that my bobbe Chaykeh Kreger made every August. She topped each quart jar with a red chili pepper. The pickles kissed by the chili were thrillingly fiery to a child accustomed to nothing more spicy than chicken soup.
Mark Kreger