To the Editor: The quandary of Jewishness is told in this article. Years ago I was browsing in a flea market. There, in a jewelry case, I was drawn to a bejeweled small prayer book. Emotions overwhelmed me. How could such a beautiful, sacred item be so degraded? It was as if this book reached out to me. Without disputing the asking price, I bought it. Yes, I am Jewish and a Holocaust survivor. Was I part of this prayer book’s legacy? Printed in 1969 by the Jerusalem Press. How many worshiped with this book? Did the last owner die? How long did it languish in this dusty case? Was it waiting for me?