b'WESTERN MARBLE ARCH SYNAGOGUERECONNECTING WITH MY ROOTS HENRY KNOBIL ZLThe following is an extract from an article written by Henry Knobil, and is reprinted in his loving memory.A s a young child in Vienna in the 1930s, I well remember my fathers fascinating stories of the shtetl in which he was born in Galicia and the names he recalled such as Lemberg, Tysmenitsa, and Tarnopol. Whilst he had emigrated to Vienna, as a young man in the 1920s, somehow the memories ofhis previous life in Galicia never seemed to dim.Nevertheless, following the Anschluss with Germany on 12th March 1938 and our escape from the Nazis and arrival in England as refugees in July 1939, it appeared that the time for these early reminiscences somehow seemed to be at an end and from then on the place names from Galicia were rarely mentioned. Following the death of my father in 1971, they were almost forgotten.In April 2013, Henry, with his son Daniel, made an emotional trip to the Ukraine and Poland.It was about 18 years ago that Rabbi and Rebbetzen Bald, who were newly married and living in Brooklyn, were persuaded by the Karlin Stolin Chasidic Rebbe, to change their life and to move to Lviv in the Ukraine, in an endeavour to revive Jewish existence there. From a community that was moribund, the Rebbe and his wife have been successful in obtaining funding for the complete refurbishment of the Miknovskych Street Shul, in which,amazingly, there is now a twice daily minyan, no doubt encouraged by the breakfast and supper provided for the attendees. Perhaps even more amazingly, they have also established a Jewish school, with in excess of 60 children receiving a fine education in both Jewish and secular subjects. Sadly, our experience in Lviv was not replicated in Stanislaw, Tysmenitsa, Bolechov, Prezmsyl, Jaroslav or Lijenskthe other locations that we visited. There we found evidence of the vibrant Jewish life that had once existed. Buildings that had been synagogues, homes where a mezuzah had been on the door, structures that had been schools and yeshivot, and above all rows and rows of grave stonessome still upright, others at an angle and others still totally horizontal, lying there weathered by time and neglect. In each place we stood in silent respect and eventually recited the Kaddish and Yizkor prayers for the departed.Judaism is a religion of hope and in Eastern Europe, as everywhere else in the world where the remnant of the Jewry that once was lives on, there is hope, thus demonstrating thatthe intentions of those that hate us have been confounded and Am Yisrael Chaithe Jewish People live on. 22'