By Jenna L. Consolo

When I was a young teen, Chagall came to town. That is to say, the Philadelphia Museum of Art hosted an exhibit celebrating the life and masterpieces of Marc Chagall. My mother, who was an Art History major in college, as well as a brilliant and natural artist herself, and my father, who appreciated art, but also had an affinity for all things Jewish, packed the nine of us up in the van and headed across the bridge to Philadelphia.

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