Leah Rae Alexander

Beauty is momentary in the mind
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.

The body dies; the body's beauty lives.

When I met the beautiful Leah I remember thinking Eddie was a very lucky guy. He was really still a child, as I was, but a wise child. Fate had a hand in bringing this Brooklyn boy and Minnesota girl together. Eddie's intensity and Leah's calm intelligence; they were meant for each other. A genuine love bound them forever. Two...

Dear family,
I'm so sorry for your huge loss. I'm also glad that you got to have Leah for so long as a mother and wife. She struck me as a very present and kind person. I wish I had gotten to spend more time with her.

Take care.
Love,
Gaye Sorenson

I first met Leah McClement (as she was then called-also, on occasion, Lee) at a Thanksgiving night party of 1953 on Rockaway Parkway in Brooklyn. The hostess had invited a few of her Vassar classmates down from Poughkeepsie to "experience" Brooklyn during the long weekend break, along with several old high school classmates of the male sort. I still can see Leah entering the living room, resplendent in white and speaking with a soft and beautiful voice. We later all left the apartment for a...

I was honored to deliver the following eulogy for Leah, z"tl.

Her voice was soft, but her will was like iron. And her sense of justice was formidable.

Back in the 1970s, when the Jewish identity of millions of Jews in the FSU stirred, mainly as a result of the 6-Day War, Leah was one of the very few members of the Seattle Jewish community who responded to the challenge and decided there was something that the wife of a college professor could do.

While studying for her...