The soul of Max Shindler left the earthly plain, June 16th, 2014; he was 82, (although no formal records indicate such). He was born August 7th, 1931, in Liverpool, England, his mother's name is Rose Levy; his father's name is Edward Shindler, both are Jews of Polish descent. He has two siblings; Alan Shindler is his brother; Reva Berman his sister. He lived in Liverpool until he was evacuated to Wales during the Second World War; it was here he first encountered open anti-Semitism; on many occasions he was forced to eat his meals in the outhouse on the farm where he lived; such traumatizing incidents left lifelong scars on his psyche. He would never disregard the humiliation he felt due to this abuse, or forget that many of his relations were executed in Buchenwald, and died in the boxcars before arriving at Buchenwald. He left his family home during his late teens, and traveled to Israel, where he became a member of the Israeli Army, and later joined England's Royal Air Force and became a member of a bomb disposal unit. He was head of advertising department at Avon, and worked for many years with his wife in visual merchandising. He married Pearl, (who was born in Liverpool, England), in 1957, on the Isle of Man. A year later his daughter Nicola was born; three years after, Simone; his youngest child, Nigel, was born in the year 1964; he was known to always be loyal, generous, and nurturing, toward his three children, and all his grandchildren. He had an immense appreciation for the arts; he played the classical guitar; became a talented photographer; he studied various languages, and became fluent in German, Hebrew and Yiddish; he loved opera, and classical music. Max Shindler was passionate about learning his entire life, and read voraciously on every topic under the Sun. Max Shindler sacrificed his life for the betterment of mankind; he will be reborn, as is the case with all Jews, and the story of creation will continue.
About the Author: The first place I remember living in was a town called Reading, in Britain, Liverpool, however, seemed far more my home due to the people living there who enriched my life in so many ways. Some of my fondest memories took place in a clothing store in downtown Liverpool where my relations congregated. The air was typically stuffy in this locality; the dust could often be seen floating through the air; countering this murkiness, were plenty of smiles, handshakes, and shillings quietly tucked in a back pocket, that could brighten even the dreariest rainy day. My Grandmother and Auntie Jessie visited here often, and would chat while they sipped cups of tea and nibbled way on biscuits. I remember my Uncle Jackie whose cheeks were practically always the colour of a red rose, whether he was laughing, smiling, or feeling disheartened; these were people I loved being around, and treasured the opportunity to listen to their stories, and I always knew they valued my company which made me feel as if I were adored. It has been always been gestures of kindness that have made the greatest impression on me; they remind me of the goodness so many have to offer and are willing to display. Around the age of five I moved to a village called Silverstone, situated in the county of Northamptonshire, but I remained captivated by my trips to my relations in Liverpool. I traveled to nearby villages and towns, and saw my mother's friends, and Uncle Graham, and his wife, Joyce. I'll never forget a lady with the last name, Mermaid, who led the Boy-scouts I joined, and gave swimming lessons while wearing a rubber dingy around her waist; this vision was the furthest thing I can imagine from that of an angelic oceanic creature, and I always had to restrain laughing out loud each time she paraded about this way. No matter where I'm situated, or the trials I'm facing, I've always found things to amuse me, or remember humorous spectacles that have populated my past. These are the types of experiences that have left the greatest impressions on my mind. I consider all my formative years to have transpired in Britain, and no matter where I am, my heart remains in England. My growth as a person has not been so much due to the books I've read, or the places I've been, but rather the people I've had to privilege to have known.