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Unsatisfied Earth

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. The earth is not satisfied. It still grinds and rumbles In many distant places, Creating havoc on earth. Torrential rains Dispatch huge boulders From the mountainside, Closing...

9/11 and the Holocaust

The following poem was written by Marianne Goldstein and shared as part of the Memory Project. On 9/11 and in the Holocaust, So many lives senselessly were lost. These two events will live in History, So similar in many ways, The cause of each—no mystery— Both causing...

Getting Started in the United States

The following story was written by Marianne Goldstein and shared as part of the Memory Project. My parents’ passports, or immigration Visas, were issued in Stuttgart, Germany. They left Hamburg on the S.S. Albert Ballin on November 8, 1934, and arrived in New York on...

My Father’s Foresight

The following story was written by Marianne Goldstein and shared as part of the Memory Project. After seeing the movie Into the Arms of Strangers, which dealt with the Kindertransport, I realized that, had it not been for my Father’s foresight, I could have been one...

Hilda Prays at Birkenau

The following poem was written by Miriam Spiegel Raskin and shared as part of the Memory Project. I’d die a thousand deaths for you, dear God. I am twenty and quite fair enough to look at but that’s no help to me while I am being thrashed. They strap my fragile body...

Visiting Ohlsdorf

The following story was written by Miriam Spiegel Raskin and shared as part of the Memory Project. I don’t visit cemeteries any more than necessity, or convention, demands. I go to occasional funerals of people close to me, but visiting an established grave to pay, as...

A Trip to New York

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project.       I wanted Danielle, my eight-year-old granddaughter to see Rockefeller Plaza and Fifth Avenue lit up for Christmas. In December 2000, my daughter Robin, Danielle and I...

Lovely Night, Cold Day

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. Every year on my birthday, November 4, Bucharest, Romania was smothered in snow. Never having visited Siberia, I was under the impression that the winters in my hometown were...

My Belief

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project.       I choose today over yesterday. I choose to enjoy every minute of every day. At some time in my past, I decided that what I owed the millions of people that did not...

Thank You, Archie Bunker

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. I had heard different people talking about the new show on TV. It was about a blue collar family; the head of this family was named Archie Bunker, and he was a bigot. Because...

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