Pauline and Dave took turns coming to Boston every few years, staying for several weeks. Pauline's visits were always very memorable because of all the kitchen activities, sheets of dough drying to become lukshen and lots of rising challah. I remember a discussion that one of those trips was the first time she ever flew. Pauline had already arrived in Boston for my wedding when Rachel died. Scott immediately drove her to the airport, on the ride she told him that she didn't think Scott and I loved each other. We know that Pauline's father was a Zionist, as his will included Israeli charities.
