I was so excited when less than five minutes after publication I had a $100 donation. Great! I thought, I'm on my way. Then nothing. I must be doing something wrong . . .
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'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get over that perfection paralysis.
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
We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post for this important announcement: I am pleased to report that I have made a very special connection to family, friends, and neighbors who were lost in the Holocaust. In the past few days a flurry of emails have gone back and forth between my parents, myself, and a… Continue reading Unknown Family Members Identified
From a child's standpoint, I imagined the horror of discovery that the people whom I put my deepest faith in could not keep me from being snatched away from my family and sent to an unimaginable doom