Vienna, the late 1980s. In the box of memories I brought from Buenos Aires, there is a photo of my parents in their Sunday best taken in...

Vienna, the late 1980s. I visited Vienna fifty years after Mom escaped from the Anschluss.  One evening, on the way back to my hotel from...

As a companion to Patenting Life: Tales from the Front Lines of Intellectual Property and the New Biology , Jorge recently sat down with...

West New York, the 1970s. A few years ago,  while wandering online, I found my grandmother’s UK Internment Tribunal papers, dated...

Vienna, the 1930s. The Anschluss  of 1938 unleashed a demon spirit on the Jews of Vienna, one that had been shackled but was now free to...

Galizia, late 19th century - Vienna, early 20th. After I came to the US in 1968, my grandmother gave me a photo of Mom in Vienna, ca....

Buenos Aires, 1961. Mom’s given name was Rebecca, yet everyone, including Dad, called her by her Viennese nickname, Riqui. Everyone,...

Buenos Aires, the 1950s. When I immigrated to the US in 1968, I brought with me two tiny ceramic kittens, each barely larger than a...

From Bruce Genderson "Dr. Goldstein has written another gem. A dean of the biotechnology patent bar and a brilliant practitioner, it is...

Buenos Aires, the 1950s. In this blog, I will try to explain the meaning of two terms of Jewish taxonomy: Yekke Jews and shtetl  Jews....

Buenos Aires, the 1950s. In the box of photos that I brought with me from Buenos Aires in 1968 I found, when I at last rummaged through...

Samos, 2005 and Milan, 2018. I want to tell you two more things before I wrap up the story of the quest to get to know my secretive...

Izmir, 2014. Our cab from downtown Izmir turned left from the seaside Boulevard Mustafa Kemal and started climbing up a hill toward...

Smyrna, 1910-1922. Entry 345 in the “Book of Certificates of the Community of Smyrna, 1915-1920” says that on July 27, 1919, my father...

Transylvania to Smyrna, 1860-1922. Through a series of unexpected events, Grandpa Leon’s postcard arrived at home in the US in 2005, more...

Buenos Aires, the 1950s. “A proper English school student needs to learn how to secure a necktie into a Windsor knot,” declared Dad the...

On the plane back to the US, 1976. I had plenty of time to reflect on Dad while on the plane back from Europe to the US. My visits to...

Trieste, Italy, 1976. My Aunt Carola and I were sitting at her kitchen table in Trieste talking about our family’s history when,...

Samos, Greece, 1976. Upon graduating from Harvard and ahead of my postdoctoral stint, I went back to Europe and stopped in Samos for a...

Trieste, 1971. I was still coming to grips with learning that Dad had been one of seven siblings, three of whom were murdered by the...