Martin and Sandy Eisenman
Ohev Sholom has always been a part of our lives. I remember, as a child, visiting my grandparents at the old Synagogue in Kansas City, Kansas on high holidays; my dad’s name is on the plaque honoring members who fought in World War II. Sandy was always active at Ohev, including being its president. Our daughters had their Bat Mitzvahs there, one was married by our rabbi, and our first grandchild was named there. Sandy and I always felt it was important to have the synagogue and its community to celebrate events like these with friends and relatives. Unfortunately Sandy also had her funeral at Ohev. But where else could one go for all these important life events to be surrounded with the most important people. These institutions must survive or we lose the community that allows all of this to happen.