I realized last year when I looked at my great-grandmother's ship manifest that she was one of 10 children. She had two brothers who came with her but it never occurred to me that there were others who stayed in Ukraine. Our family never talked about the others. And then they stopped existing.
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My siblings know our grandmother's story in a different way: mostly, they know what she wrote in her self-published autobiography.
Not everything was written. Some things were too painful, too private. Some were whispered at night, when awoken by screams from a nightmare.
Not everything was written. Some things were too painful, too private. Some were whispered at night, when awoken by screams from a nightmare.
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So I didn't have extensive knowledge of family that was murdered until I started poking around Yad Vashem's records.