This article discusses how the author's great-grandfather has inspired her, despite the fact that they have never met. The city of Montreal is about to name a park after my great-grandfather, Harry (Hirsch) Wolofsky. A plaque bearing his name will soon commemorate his contributions to Montreal's Jewish community, both as a newspaper editor and publisher and founding father of much of the infrastructure that serves our community. Born in Poland, Hirsch arrived in Montreal in 1900 and started a fruit store on St. Laurent Boulevard. He started Eagle Publishing Co., and in 1907 began printing the Keneder Adler (the Canadian Eagle), Canada's first daily Yiddish newspaper (until the 1950s, Yiddish was Montreal's third most-spoken language, after English and French). During the First World War, political columnists challenged readers to join the Jewish Legion of the British Army and fight for a Jewish state in Palestine. On top of all that, Hirsch was seminal in establishing Jewish schools, libraries, hospitals, kosher kitchens, old age homes and welfare services. This heritage is the bane of my existence. Since kindergarten, my Yiddish teachers have reminded me where I come from. Of close to 100 of Hirsch's descendants, I appear to be the only one carrying on his legacy. It was always my dream to enter the family "trade" and I had to follow it.