Through The Unknown Remembered Gate

Through The Unknown Remembered Gate

“The Parting”  | Collage created in Germany, 2012 We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to...
Yesterday at Yad Vashem

Yesterday at Yad Vashem

Amy at the Memorial for the Deportees, Yad Vashem | 23 January 2025 We, who are singed by the burning, mark the liberation of Auschwitz on 27 January, 1945. Yesterday, at the request of the team filming my story, Bobby Lax and David Zarif film an interview with Dr....
It’s True!

It’s True!

I was number 8814 It really did happen. Sometimes while watching a  documentary about ancient  history I see an archaeologist kneeling on dusty ground in a barren landscape, intent, patiently scraping rocks  with a little trowel, gently brushing away the soil. I am...
The Backstory

The Backstory

“The Leaving” by Laura Nathan, textile artist We respond to events through the filter of our life experiences, and our perception of reality. One year ago, on October 7 in Israel, Jews were killed, tortured, taken hostage, men and women, young and old,...
Unaware

Unaware

Gemünd, Eifel (Luftkurort) We walked back from the synagogue, my father and I, along Mühlengasse, over the bridge and on to Dreibornerstrasse. We climbed the stairs to our front door and breathed in the smell of spices and apple cake.  I took for granted the peace and...
What’s Going On?

What’s Going On?

Thirsty for Knowledge. Who Are My Teachers? My reading, listening and watching habits are a little odd.  I’m not looking for  entertainment or distraction, an escape from real life. I’m seeking answers to questions. Sometimes I watch too much news but often I hit the...
Kintsugi

Kintsugi

Photo by Marco Montalti | Shutterstock The Art of Healing Last month, Hannah Dailey came to our home. She was in Phoenix to interview local Holocaust survivors for the National World War 2 Museum in New Orleans.  I looked up from my low chair angled before the packed...
Deliver Us From Evil

Deliver Us From Evil

Shocked, I looked closer,  Yes, they are Stolpersteine, brass bricks,  embedded in the pavement before former homes of Jews who perished in the Holocaust.  Yes, they are desecrated with an old trope,  Juden sind Täter (Jews are Perpetrators). Yes, this is June 2024....
Car Talk

Car Talk

About twenty years ago, I remember driving on narrow, undulating  roads, through verdant countryside. We were  in the Eifel, Germany, it was early afternoon and we were on the way to  Kraftwerk Heimbach, the electric power station built in Jugendstil in 1905. A...
Unravelling the Past

Unravelling the Past

I remember sitting on a low pouffe opposite my English “auntie” in her  arm chair, holding my arms wide as she unraveled on old jumper,  feeding the wool thread in a loop around my outstretched hands  and then slowly rhythmically winding the reclaimed thread into a...