“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 just have to educate myself on a new way to tell these stories
“My grandfathers were coal miners. They raised large families: six on one side, ten on the other. They raised a lot of...







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.