Day of Rememberance


    Today, we honor the memories of the six million Jewish victims and millions of others who perished in the darkness of the Shoah. As we reflect on the beautiful lives lost, and their great potential that would never be fulfilled, we also pay tribute to all those who resisted the Nazis' heinous acts and all those who survived.

    We remember some of the names: Anne Frank, Shindler, etc. But the vast majority are remembered only by their families and those they saved.

    May we never forget.
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  3. by   herring_RN
    I was blessed to know survivers.
    One man owned a staionary store on Fairfax in Hollywood. He experienced a camp and was the sole member of his family to survive.
    his parents, wife, children, brothers, and sisters all died.
    This man always had a smile and a joke. He did better business that chain stores because he always found as way to help his costumers. I once couldn't find a greeting card with just the right message.
    He sold me card stock, stencils, and felt pens to make my own.

    I've cared for MANy patients who survived. I heard stories of those who perished from those who knew them best.
  4. by   TopazLover
    When I was hospitalized I had a room mate who had been a survivor of the medical experimentation of the the camps. She was being treated for some kind of strange breast cancer that had started on the skin. Who knows what she had been exposed to as a subject of such terrible inhumanity. She had a very positive outlook on life, also.
  5. by   BCgradnurse
    My family was fortunate in that they had already emigrated to America before these atrocities, but my parents had several friends who were survivors. Sadly, we did not learn from this experience and genocide continues today.
  6. by   tewdles
    Some of us have learned...

    I have counted it my pleasure to have met and cared for several holocaust survivors, their stories should never be forgotten.
  7. by   heron
    Things I learned from Holocaust survivors #1

    Actions have consequences. Those consequences ripple out to people who had nothing whatsoever to do with the original action and can trigger some amazing changes.

    My late partner, Maxine Feldman, was born in 1946, the daughter of a Lithuanian Jewish woman who somehow managed to wind up in New York City sometime around the end of the war. She was almost certainly a survivor of the nazi attempt at multiple genocide.

    Max also believed she knew who her birth father was ... she said she had been in contact with him at one time, but he flatly denied that he that he was her father. Don't know whether he was a refugee, immigrant or a home-grown citizen.

    Max found out that she lived the first five or so years of her life with her birth mother and was put up for adoption because her mom literally couldn't feed her. (Max was fed potatoes almost exclusively and had what she called "the big belly disease" ... kwashiorkor?)

    She was adopted by a Jewish couple in New York City who had also lost whole chunks of their families in the camps.

    Long story short, the holocaust played a large part in Max's upbringing ... starting with an unintended preganancy and life-threatening starvation. It kinda went downhill from there. She didn't sober up until she hit her thirties.

    Also by the time she hit her thirties, she grew into an utterly fearless speaker of truth to power. She spent her professional career writing her truth and singing it to crowds of people whenever she got the chance ... and regardless of whether she got paid.

    She was an amazing teacher.

    From death camps to poverty through abuse to Max.

    Gotta love good compost.