Loves Explored
On a recent Saturday morning, I felt the slight touch of a hand on my face. It was Jackson, our seven-year-old grandson, with a big smile on his cheery face.
On a recent Saturday morning, I felt the slight touch of a hand on my face. It was Jackson, our seven-year-old grandson, with a big smile on his cheery face.
On January 27, 2014, the world commemorated International Holocaust Remembrance Day, marking the day in January 1945 when Soviet troops liberated the Auschwitz camp complex in German-occupied Poland.
I’d like to share about a very meaningful day at the Museum, April 10, 2024. A group of survivors were asked to meet with a visiting photographer to participate in an ongoing project.
I think of myself now as a survivor of the Holocaust. This was not always the case.
For many years when we talked about family history, we had a few stories we always told.
When the German army went against the Soviet Union, the Hungarian army followed.
You learn many things in life, and from many people, but never as much as from the people who raise you.
For the last 20-plus years, I have been a volunteer at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, DC. Here I finally learned details about the Holocaust, the enormity of it, and how lucky I am to be alive.
It has been many years since World War II, and I continue to bear witness to what I remember.
My sister, Eva, was born on June 30, 1939, just two months before the outbreak of World War II.