(The Personal Testimony of Stan Rosenthal) 

     It seemed like yesterday that Fannie Miller came into my family’s luncheonette/candy store in Strawberry Mansion, a very sizeable Jewish neighborhood in Philadelphia, PA. Like most everyone else in the community, we too were of Jewish heritage and upbringing.  It was in this setting that Fanny entered into our lives. She was endowed with what Jewish people commonly refer to as “chutzpah,” the audacity, the gall, the nerve to come into our place of business and seek to proselytize my mother Yetta, my brother Marvin and myself with, of all things, the religious belief system of our adversary, Christianity. After all, Jesus Christ was perhaps, acceptable for the “Goyim” those of the Gentile world, but surely not for Jewish people. He may be one of the gods Christians worship, but he was definitely not tolerable by Judaism’s monotheistic beliefs. Additionally,...