The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. What I have learned in my life and how I have learned it are directly related to my self-concept. One essential facet of my self-concept is my association with the significant...
The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. The language I use now is not my Mother-tongue. It is not the language I heard while lying in my Mother’s womb. It is not the language I learned to understand in the first year and...
The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. My dad had a great sense of humor, But he was not a happy man. My dad could deliver a joke perfectly, But it took a lot to make him laugh. My dad was intelligent and curious, But he...
The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. The past is always elusive. Shakespeare said, “Thus memory doth make liars of us all.” I wanted my own reality check on my own past, a past that was over sixty years old. My four...
The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. I was born in Vienna, Austria, and I have always missed my family. Growing up in South America, I did have my parents with me, and I had a brother, an aunt and uncle, and a cousin,...
The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. My first American school experience was with a teacher who would definitely have been diagnosed as mentally ill today. I was dumped into a third grade class the month after I...
The following story was written by Judita Hruza and shared as part of the Memory Project. Falling in love for the first time is an important milestone in nearly everybody’s life. My milestone came at a highly unexpected time. It was the first year of WWII,...
The following story was written by Tom Singer and shared as part of the Memory Project. On November 7, 1938, Ernst van Rath, third secretary in the German Embassy in Paris, was shot and mortally wounded by Herschel Grynszpan, a 17-year-old Jewish boy, in retaliation...
The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Dear God, how do we honor our loved ones and the millions who so tragically perished? Will it please you that we meet like this to pray together to remember them in our hearts...
The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. A new season A new life all around. . . . I am looking through My living-room windows At the redbud tree Full of crimson flowers And budding leaves on The big maple tree. What a...
