Probably no one would be interested in this but me. Scooting through the Wall Street Journal, I saw an article on a business that made fabric flowers. I thought, "I remember a family two blocks away, where the Dad ran a company that made fabric flowers." He was silent and full of anger. This was explained to us: "He was in a concentration camp. He has numbers tattooed on his arm." I never saw them, because I never got that close.
Anyway, the company is now owned by his two children, both a little younger than I am.
Perhaps this should remind us to honor these old businesses that make things the old way.
RIP Harold Brand.