Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
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...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. It had snowed that day, and the sidewalks looked like they were sprinkled all over with jewels. One could hear the crunch of the feet as people walked on the snow. I...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. At thirteen, she knows everything; she can do anything. She says, “I can do it” and then proceeds to show the entire house that she cannot and doesn’t know how to do it. She...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. It is evening, fall of 1947. We are sitting in the kitchen, which also serves as dining room . The place is poorly lit by one single bulb hanging from the ceiling....
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. There are many ways that children survived the Holocaust: in hiding, in concentration camps, or shipped off on the Kindertransport to England or to the U.S. Some...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. How I wish I could find someone to hypnotize me and send me back in time to recall the first two years of my life. How I wish I could tear out of the deep recesses...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. February 1945. Planes roaring overhead; people dancing; men strutting drunkenly down the unpaved street, laughing, singing and shouting,”The Russians are here! The...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. “Cioci Frenie, Felusia; Sopoty,20/9/1945” – “To Aunt Frenia, Felusia; Sopot, 9/20/1945” Thus reads the back of a photo I recently found while rummaging through my...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. “The Old Woman,” as I call the woodcarving that hangs in my dining room, is ugly. Nobody wants her. Nobody likes her but me. My husband dislikes her. I offered her...
Aug 8, 2013 | Memory Project
This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. It is 1956, and I am sixteen years old. It is a beautiful spring evening. I am walking in downtown Frankfurt, Germany . It is rush hour and the streets are mobbed....
