Read reflections and testimonies written by Holocaust survivors in their own words.
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My Nonexistent Secret Places
October 7, 2022
There is no place in this world that I find myself where I would not be reminded of the dear, wonderful people who
filled my near and distant life with
so much love and so many good things. -
Vacation and Politics
October 7, 2022
One of my more memorable vacations was in Bethany Beach, Delaware. Bethany Beach, you ask? Not hiking in the Swiss Alps, swimming in the Pacific Ocean in Hawaii, not tasting red wine in Provence, all of which I experienced.
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My Sister Irena
October 7, 2022
My sister, Irena, was born on the 4th of July 1936. As a child she was blond and blue-eyed. Her nickname is Mila, which in Polish means nice. Mila and I had an idyllic childhood, playing together at the grounds of the lumber factory where my father worked.
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My Street
October 7, 2022
After the war, coming from Drohobycz in December 1945, I lived on Fredry 18 Street in Wałbrzych, Poland.
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The Clean Desk
September 30, 2022
The poet wrote, “You should have the cleanest desk of all
To have bright thoughts, or you will not have them at all.” -
Winter and Solstice
September 30, 2022
Thinking of a winter and solstice now,
I see pictures projected on the wall.
I see the skiers coming down the slope,
Their colorful clothes—look, someone will fall. -
Taharah
September 30, 2022
Taharah: what is it, why do we do it, and who does it? We translate the Hebrew word taharah as the purification of a dead body. According to our Bible, every person who enters this world arrives pure and clean; they are pure of sins and clean of misdeeds. When a person passes away and leaves this world, he should also leave pure. But, since no one knows in advance when one will pass away, how can you purify yourself before leaving this world? The answer is, you can’t. But, there is a way to purify a person who passed away by performing a taharah.
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A Memoir
September 30, 2022
Tell it all –
Share my story
But I remember.
Did I remember it years ago?
What brings the memory to me now?
A flash, a hidden thought surfaces:
My memoir is truly only mine. -
Adapting
September 30, 2022
How difficult it is to identify one thing I learned from all the different people who raised me. My parents, of course, were the first people I must think about. My instinct tells me they took advantage of an opportunity, and trusted family and strangers. I think this trust was really learning to adapt to new situations.
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Goodbye, Bicycle
September 30, 2022
With an inward sigh of relief, I handed the bike over to Cristina. It was a beautiful bike, hardly used, with ten gears. I really had tried to master the gears, but I walked it to the top of my street because I couldn’t make it up the hill peddling. I was assured by my daughter and son-in-law that if I changed gears, I would be able to. Well, maybe they could but I just couldn’t remember how to change the gears or what direction to change them. It had been my retirement gift from them. Very thoughtful, I supposed.
