Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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....
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
