Hebron's Stories
If a story is important, then it must be told. We can portray dreams of what the future may hold, or allow introspection on what has occurred in the past. A story is a narrative that can relay lessons and warnings. A story can teach us about hope and remind us how important and meaningful our lives are. We are unearthing stories about those buried at Mount Hebron Cemetery.
Leon and Yvette Lisbona were born in Beirut, eloped in 1948, and arrived in New York a year later with no money, no English, and a baby on the way. They built a life in Queens full of books, beaches, movies, and friends, and loved every minute of being New Yorkers. They weathered things that would have broken most people and came out the other side still laughing. They were married sixty years, and they are buried side by side at Mount Hebron Cemetery. This is their story, written by their daughter, Leslie Lisbona.
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Stanley Minch was born in the Bronx in the summer of 1945, the year the war ended. He lost his father while at Temple University and made his own way to Wall Street, where clients trusted him for decades. He lived on Lexington Avenue and spent his summers on Fire Island with a boat on the bay. He met Deborah at the firm, and after ten years of the truest friendship they married in 1991. He sold the boat and raised three children in Queens. A stroke at 56 began years of illness, but his spirit and his humor never dimmed. He died in 2021 at 75 and rests at Mount Hebron. ~Blog by Deirdre Mooney Poulos & Deborah Minch
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Myra Nahum was born in Cairo in 1946, the only child of Ines and William Nahum, into a Jewish community that had lived along the Nile for centuries. She did not fit the life her parents had imagined for her. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia and received nineteen shock treatments that left her quieter than before. Her family came to New York as Egypt's Jewish community disappeared. For decades she lived on welfare in neglected neighborhoods. Then a family friend and a generous uncle found her a beautiful apartment in Forest Hills, Queens. She was so happy. She cared for her mother there with great tenderness, and she rests at Mount Hebron. ~Blog by Deirdre Mooney Poulos & Deborah Minch
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On November 19, 1984, the world gained an angel, even if only for twenty-two years. Stephen, known as Stefan, Adelipour was a bright light whose ambition could not be diminished. A friend to all who were lucky enough to meet him in the hallways or on the streets, Stefan was a truly kind soul. A lover of people and life, he was outgoing and outrageously funny.
Blog written by Maya Mehrera.
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Mahinjoon was a tiny Iranian woman with a welcoming smile and arms always open for a hug. She married Joseph in 1941, and they stayed happily married for sixty years. In 1974, with most of their six children grown, they left Iran for New York and ran a haberdashery in Queens before settling in Great Neck. Joseph had a booming voice and loved to play tricks and dance with his wife. Mahinjoon cooked rice and stews for Shabbat and never ran out of kisses. Their great-granddaughter writes of holidays filled with cumin, tahdig, and rose ice cream. Their brave leap gave the family its life here. They rest together at Mount Hebron. ~Blog by Maya Mehrera
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