“I am so happy to see you! Come in, come in! What can I get you to drink? How are you?…. ” This little analogy gives a minuscule glimpse into imagining the
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THE FORGOTTEN ONES: and stubborn hope
My father’s mother, Rifka, was a young woman living in Poland in the early 1900s. Pogroms against the Jewish people were common in her little community in Galicia. These recurring outbreaks of violence created desperate conditions and the Jewish people sought to escape. Little did they know it was to get much worse in Galicia, not better, in Read More