The 50-year tradition of building ornate sukkahs in Gloucester is thriving
Miriam Weinstein
It was 1973. In their East Gloucester home, Rabbi Myron (Mike) Geller and his wife Eileen were thinking about what kind of sukkah to build. In their Brooklyn childhoods, sukkahs were made of boards hammered together in backyards, on streets, or on fire escapes. Mike remembers his Uncle Willie, a carpenter, patching together a sukkah out of whatever old doors he had lying around. Families who lived on higher floors
