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In 1959 Marc Chagall began work on 12 stained glass windows depicting the 12 tribes of Israel at a hospital in Jerusalem
To commemorate their unveiling in 1962 his gallery in Paris produced a limited run of reproductions of the windows on ceramic tiles (300 I think - 25 complete sets). My grandad - a Holocaust survivor - bought a whole set and gave six of them to my dad & six of them to my aunt (dad’s sister). They were each mounted on a rectangle of Israel cedar and the six we had in our house were mounted on the wall going up the stairs when I was a kid
over a period of time a couple of them got knocked off the wall and broken (so got put in a drawer) but there were 4 pristine ones
(my aunts 6 got stolen when they were burgled in the early 90s)
When my mum and dad divorced (after 40 years) and my dad moved to Israel with his new wife he was shortly after diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. He promised me that when he went I could have the Chagall ceramics. He died 6 months later and his new wife was like ‘no, we threw all that stuff out, it was old.’
Worth about £4,500 each these days apparently
I later found out from my mum that my dad had a bunch of stuff that belonged to my great-grandfather - gold & diamond cufflinks, a gold wedding ring that belonged to my great-great grandmother that was some fancy Russian thing from the 1860s - & so on that my great-grandparents managed to smuggle around Europe between being ejected from Russia & Ukraine before finally being put on a boxcar by the Nazis. No idea what happened to those
