Apr 10, 2018 | Memory Project
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...
Apr 10, 2018 | Memory Project
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...
Dec 11, 2014 | Memory Project
The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Dear God,how do we honorour loved ones and the millionswho so tragically perished? Will it please youthat we meetlike this to praytogetherto remember themin our heartsand...
Dec 11, 2014 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. Hi, Mama, This letter is long overdue. So many times I’ve thought that I should write to you, but something always stopped me. Three days ago, my Kindle came in the mail, and...
Dec 11, 2014 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. For sixteen years, I was not aware that I was an illegal alien. In 1946, I was repatriated as an American citizen who lived in Romania. I had an American passport, and then a...
Dec 11, 2014 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. For the past year or so, I have been retreating. It really became very bad when I, who used to go out almost every day of the week, didn’t feel like going anywhere–not to the...
Dec 11, 2014 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. How can I forget my first cruise? The ship, the Morris Sigmund, was a Liberty ship which transported “materiel” from the U.S. to Europe. In December 24, 1945, my mother, my...
Dec 11, 2014 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. Since my father was an American citizen living in Roumania, I automatically became an American citizen when I was born. My father left Roumania in 1936, and we intended to...
Dec 11, 2014 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. Unlike my father, my mother avoided speaking about the Holocaust years. Unlike him, she was neither the athlete nor possessed the outgoing personality. She...
Jun 9, 2014 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. “I always follow my logic” was my father’s “leitmotif” all of his life. He prided himself to be a logical person. To him, going against logic showed weakness and...