In April every year Jewish teens and Holocaust survivors from all over the world go to Poland on Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Memorial Day, to participate in the March of the Living. The march goes from from Auschwitz to Birkenau. The participants then go to Israel to observe Yom HaZikaron, Israel Memorial Day, and Yom Ha'Atzmaut, Israel Independence Day.
Today the weekly newsletter I receive from the local Jewish Federation had a link to an account of this year's trip. It was originally written as an address to the parents of the teens who took part, hence the references to "your children."
Robbie and the "woman with the short gray hair and kind eyes"
The "sweet children, jacketed in blue"
The ruins of the Synagogue
Robbie holds a piece of the Synagogue
"Your baby survived, Mama."
ReplyDeleteAnd Robbie's Mama, wherever she may be, beams with a grand smile.
I'm a sap for stories like this and I hope the rest of you don't mind me sharing them.
ReplyDeleteI know we are all on the same page concerning Israel and Jews. I also feel that we have to publicize and expose news, stories, and articles, about Jews and Israel.
Fay, this is beautiful, heartbreaking, and inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing!
ReplyDelete"Your baby survived, Mama."
Yes you did, Robbie.
The bridge between the generations,exemplified by the "sweet children" accompanying and learning from the survivors, brought tears to my eyes. The ability to overcome, to thrive, to SOAR is a source of wonderment to me, and a shining ray of light in an otherwise dark, unrealistic, and ignorant time. Does that make sense? Everything is so doomy-gloomy now, and so upside down and cross-ways...stories like this one need to be shouted from the rooftops.
Beautiful comment lady red, and yes it makes sense.
DeleteIt's hard to read the comments, I still have tears in my eyes.
ReplyDeleteG-d bless Robbie. G-d bless the survivors. My earnest prayer is that this never, ever happens again.
Yes, lady red, your comment was beautiful. I'm glad he and his two companions were safely sheltered by the young people and others and that the visit went well. I keep thinking about Mr. Srebnik in Shoah, when he went back to his town.