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Lightning and Ashes · 2d ago

Funny Story

Funny StoryOur granddaughter Lulu was over this morning, and Linda and I were sitting arou...
Lightning and Ashes · 1W ago

All of History's Polacks

"All of History's Polacks"I'm going to do a presentation today at the annual conference of Holocaust Educators of Virginia.One of the things I'm talking about is what it was like for us as refugees in Germany for 6 years and what it was like when we ...
Lightning and Ashes · 1W ago

Father's Day Post: What My Father Ate

My father spent more than 4 years in Buchenwald Concentration Camp as a Polish slave labor...
Lightning and Ashes · 2W ago

Anne Frank's Birthday

Anne Frank's birthday is June 12. She would have been 88 years old if the Nazis had not killed her.I first read her diary for a class in high school. I don't remember which class or which teacher or how old I was or what I was obsessing about, but I ...
Lightning and Ashes · 2W ago

War Reparations

Recently, I was following a discussion on Facebook about reparations from the German Government to people who suffered in the concentration and slave labor camps in Nazi Germany. The discuss...
Lightning and Ashes · 1M ago

Mother's Day Poem

Mother’s Day PoemI remember my mother, her old house,the miracle of her love, her fingerson my cheek brushing away the night,
Lightning and Ashes · 1M ago

Mother's Day Poem

Mother’s Day PoemI remember my mother, her old house,the miracle of her love, her fingerson my cheek brushing away the night,
Lightning and Ashes · 1M ago

Mother's Day Poem

Mother’s Day PoemI remember my mother, her old house,the miracle of her love, her fingerson my cheek brushing away the night,
Lightning and Ashes · 1M ago

Mother's Day Poem

Mother’s Day PoemI remember my mother, her old house,the miracle of her love, her fingerson my cheek brushing away the night,
Lightning and Ashes · 1M ago

Mother's Day Poem

Mother’s Day PoemI remember my mother, her old house,the miracle of her love, her fingerson my cheek brushing away the night,