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My Mother’s Death

The following story was written by Felicia Stolarczyk Wertz and shared as part of the Memory Project.      I grew up in orphanages in Russia and Poland. I do not remember my father at all, and I only remember my mother’s death.      When I was three years old, my...

April

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. It is a Wednesday afternoon in April. and I am sitting in the sunshine in the “righteous people’s memorial garden” surrounded by beautiful spring flowers, tulips and pansies....

Autumn

The following story was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project.      What a gorgeous day with cloudless blue sky! Looking out to the yard, I still see green grass, silenced fountain, and gold and crimson leaves on stately trees! What a...

Big Wishes

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. The heat is oppressive, the humidity is high, the hallways in all the buildings are hot. Looking through the window of my living room, The blue sky is brilliant in sunshine with...

Celebrating Fifteen Years

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. The St. Louis Holocaust Museum And Learning Center Is celebrating Fifteen years of existence. The nice, important people worked so hard To fulfill their mission To have a place...

Discontent

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. How many killing fields Our planet holds! How inhuman are we humans! We dishonor God’s covenant.Where and how Do we atone for Our shameful deeds? To honor the Almighty, We must...

Disturbing Thoughts

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Sad tidings appear all over the world: economically, politically, with even Nature showing her wrath by freezes, floods, and fires! Are we listening? Are we displeasing God?...

In The Garden of the Righteous

The following story was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project.      I am sitting in the Garden of the Righteous, among the beautiful flowers, trying to unwind after speaking to a group of adults at the Holocaust Museum about the tragedy of...

Saint Louis

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. This is Saint Louis, Missouri, In the middle of September, And we have an extension of summer! The beautiful blue sky, The brilliant rays of the sun With few white clouds walking...

Tragic Happenings

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Devastating earthquakes, Lost lives, Suffering of the hurt ones. What tragic happenings! Quakes disturb the oceans With strong, angry waters, Sweeping away everything they touch....

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