“People need to know what happened. Once the Holocaust survivors are gone, the museums will have to tell the story. I was in Paris in ’38 and my parents were sent to Auschwitz and murdered. I was 11 months old. I don’t remember them. I lived with a Catholic family on a farm and in two orphanages.”
“I come from a musical family that also enjoyed camping. My dad would bring his guitar, and my parents would sing by...
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"I met with the staff that Sunday in June to tell them Heavenly Pies was closing. I had a storage space and was ready...
"I'm 92. I was born in 1934 in Montrose aided by a midwife who came over before dawn to assist. When we first...
Dr. Ann Pearson was born with peace into a middle-class family in Demopolis, Alabama. The youngest of two children,...
“I spent my time between Dauphin Island Parkway and downtown Mobile growing up. My parents sent me to Leinkauf...
Not only were so many lives ended in the Holocaust, even more were extremely lessened as a result, such as this man who never knew the love of his mother or father; through no fault of their own but through PURE EVIL. Bless his heart. I wish I could hug him.