After the living were disposed of, their cemeteries were usually cataloged and then desecrated and destroyed by whatever means deemed appropriate. People first; then cemeteries.
I am honored to have received a personal invitation to participate in the inauguration of the museum exhibit in Austria. It is a wonderful opportunity not only to do personal family research, but to do the more important service of researching stories for Raising Voices in Europe. This is a very expensive venture, and my family simply cannot afford the trip at this time.
I knew these people. Because they were like me, a Jewish person living in America taking for granted all too often that we are safe. That it can never happen here. That people are basically good, that evil will not prevail. . . Now I am not so sure.
Too many years ago I wrote an essay. I wasn't really doing it just for fun, but I can honestly say it was the most rewarding essay I've ever written (for school, that is). That essay, titled Untold Stories, won second place in a department contest and put me on a journey of discovery that… Continue reading A Tale of Two Cemeteries
This year's cemetery month begins with graveyard poetry. For today's post, I begin with the end: the final stanza of The Jewish Cemetery at Newport by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The poem was first published 160 years ago, in 1858, and contemplated an abandoned Jewish graveyard established nearly 200 years previously in 1677. Among Longfellow's contemplation, he… Continue reading Dead Nations Rising One Citizen at a Time