Nandor Lazar

I'm 61. I met Nandor when I was 24. I've never forgotten him. His patience with a stupid young fool like me. In casual conversation he would say things that left me going "Hmmm?". About his time in the camps he credited his survival to "Dumb luck". "I wasn't smarter or stronger than the others. Just luck." Now, nearly 40 years later I still remember his stories, advice, but most of all I remember his smile-&-nod gesture.

Nandor was an AMZAZING man. He filled the JCC full of laughs and wisdom. No one could do mailings quite like Mr. Lazar. He will be missed.