Visit us At 5th and Market Streets on Independence Mall

It's Your Story


Members Free
Adults $12
Seniors (ages 65 & up) $11
Youth (ages 13-21) $11
Children (ages 12 & under) Free
Active military (with ID) Free*

Discounted admission rates are available to groups of 15 or more people. Group visits must be booked in advance through Group Sales to receive these discounts and other group options.  


*As a Blue Star Museum, we additionally offer free admission to up to 5 immediate family members (spouse or children) of active military personnel from Memorial Day through Labor Day.  

My Bubbe and Jossel Weinstein


I never knew my mother's younger brother, Jossel. In fact, I had never even heard about him until after my mother died. In 1908 my grandmother, Celia, came to the United States accompanied by her 3 children, Ida, 8 yrs., Bessie, 6 years, and Jossel, 4 years. The family came from a small shtetl in Russia called Kryve Ozero or Krevozer, as the Jews knew it. She came to join her husband, Isadore, who had come 5 years earlier to get a job and find a place for the family to live. They were actually very lucky for Bubbe had a brother who had come to the U.S.A. earlier and became very wealthy. He then bought houses for the rest of his siblings that numbered about 8. As each family came to Brooklyn Uncle Sol would buy them a house in which to settle. I actually lived in this house in an apartment on the second floor until I was 9 years old. When my bubbe arrived in Ellis Island with the children she and Jossel were put in the hospital and soon after she and the 3 children were deported back to Russia. Two years later, I found out from an old ship's manifest, Bubbe and the two girls returned without Jossel. I can only assume that Jossel died in Russia. No one in the family ever spoke about him again. I would imagine the memories of that time were too awful for them to think about. I have been doing a lot of research on the late 1800s and early 1900s in Eastern Europe and life there, as far as I can tell, was awful for the Jews. It must have been very frightening for my Bubbe to be sent back to Russia with 3 young children after coming here. She had been separated from her husband for so many years. I remember Bubbe was a saint. She died when I was 12 years old and I still vividly recall spending lots of time in her very old fashioned kitchen watching her cook and bake. She fed the homeless that would come to her house and took in stray animals. Her mantra was that we could not eat till the animals were fed. I still miss her. She was a brave wonderful lady.