Listen To Your Grandparents’ Story Before It’s Too Late
Tovit Neizer
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Having had some experience themselves of pogroms & the like in Europe, even before the Nazis, my parents never wanted to ‘trouble’ me with many details of their life there. My mother, daughter of a rabbi, had come to the States in her teens; she met & married my father in Israel, in 1935 or thereabouts. It was only when she started showing signs of Alzheimer’s, after my dad had passed away, that she ‘let go’ enough to tell of some of those experiences. Photos of the past are sometimes all we have to go by.

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