Over the years, I had many opportunities to spend time with my Aunt Lea. When I was a teenager, she lived in Greenwich Village, NYC. My mom, Sara Bock (Lea's sister) and I visited her quite often. I remember a time when she, my Mom, and I we were eating Pizza and she initiated a conversation with a man sitting there eating greasy sausages. He told us he was an actor and his name was Gene Hackman. I remember later seeing him on TV and the time that we met him.
I also remember her taking me to see the Frick Collection and to the Museum of Modern Art. She wanted to introduce me to art and was very excited to do so.
In 1973, I stayed with her and her husband Sam for a good portion of my summer trip to Israel, which was my first (and only) visit there, since my birth there (having moved to New York City when I was 9 months old). My most vivid memory of Leah, while there, is when we visited her house in Safed, and her studio, there. I saw a portrait of a man and asked her who had painted it. She said that she did and asked me if I didn't think she could paint. Previously, I had only seen her abstract works, and I felt quite foolish.
In later years she visited from time to time and she sometimes stayed at the Chelsea Hotel. At other times, she stayed at various apartments in NYC.
In her later years, I recall attending an exhibition that she had in NYC, at an Art Gallery, that was very well received. She visited my home in New Jersey, on more than one occasion, where she admired the painting that she gave me, as a wedding gift, telling me it was one of her best works. She also gave me a lithograph personalized by her friend Menashe Kadishman, on which he drew on it a picture of Batsheva and David and wrote on it "Love from Lea and Sam."
Over the years, I had many opportunities to spend time with my Aunt Lea. When I was a teenager, she lived in Greenwich Village, NYC. My mom, Sara Bock (Lea's sister) and I visited her quite often. I remember a time when she, my Mom, and I we were eating Pizza and she initiated a conversation with a man sitting there eating greasy sausages. He told us he was an actor and his name was Gene Hackman. I remember later seeing him on TV and the time that we met him.
I also remember her taking me to see the Frick Collection and to the Museum of Modern Art. She wanted to introduce me to art and was very excited to do so.
In 1973, I stayed with her and her husband Sam for a good portion of my summer trip to Israel, which was my first (and only) visit there, since my birth there (having moved to New York City when I was 9 months old). My most vivid memory of Leah, while there, is when we visited her house in Safed, and her studio, there. I saw a portrait of a man and asked her who had painted it. She said that she did and asked me if I didn't think she could paint. Previously, I had only seen her abstract works, and I felt quite foolish.
In later years she visited from time to time and she sometimes stayed at the Chelsea Hotel. At other times, she stayed at various apartments in NYC.
In her later years, I recall attending an exhibition that she had in NYC, at an Art Gallery, that was very well received. She visited my home in New Jersey, on more than one occasion, where she admired the painting that she gave me, as a wedding gift, telling me it was one of her best works. She also gave me a lithograph personalized by her friend Menashe Kadishman, on which he drew on it a picture of Batsheva and David and wrote on it "Love from Lea and Sam."