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THE AUSCHWITZ ALBUM
April 20, 2009 is Yom Hashoah Day, the day of remembrance. Please light a special Yellow Candle, if you have one, or any yahrzeit candle. Click on the above link and watch the video until the end.
Talmud Torah Boys Before the War
A Group of Teenagers in the Warsaw Ghetto, Sept. 1941
When the deportations to the extermination camps began, a chasm opened up in the lives of Jewish children. Throughout Nazi Europe, they fled and hid, separated from their parents and loved ones. Some of them found refuge in the homes of decent people whose conscience would not allow them to remain passive; several were hidden in convents and monasteries and boarding schools; others were forced to roam through forests and villages, hunting for food like wild animals and relying entirely on their own ingenuity and resourcefulness. Many were forced to live under assumed identities, longingly anticipating the return of their father and mother.
Some were so young when separated from their parents that they forgot their real names and Jewish identity. Many were forced to train themselves not to move, laugh or cry, or even talk. Upon liberation, one little girl asked her mother, “Mommy, may I cry now?”
Of course, not all Jewish children were lucky enough to find a place of refuge, and many tens of thousands of children were caught and sent to the death camps. Their young age made most the first prey of the Nazi killing machine.
If you want to share this with others, visit the Resource Center online, for Seminars, educational material, Interactive website for children. Read about Wilhelm Hosenfeld, the German officer recognized for rescuing "The Pianist"; courageous nursemaids, and "A Time to Heal", about the Children's Home in Otwock, Poland.
A POEM [from youtube]
"Here Lies Treblinka"
A storm raged through the world
Leaving people uprooted and homeless
Without pity or sorrow,
their world was destroyed
The sun was torn from the heavens
There, not far, the Umschlagplatz lies waiting
There the people push and shove
There, you hear the sound of children crying to its mother,
"You will never come back to me!"
The police roughly shout the order, "Go!"
"You won't feel a bit hungry! You'll get three loaves of bread!"
But with those three kilos of bread,
They did not know that they were being
There lies Treblinka
Whoever goes there never comes back again
The heart weeps when one recalls
A sister or a brother who were murdered there
The train is ready!
"From Treblinka am I!"
The source of most of the above is from Yad Vashem
When the deportations to the extermination camps began, a chasm opened up in the lives of Jewish children. Throughout Nazi Europe, they fled and hid, separated from their parents and loved ones. Some of them found refuge in the homes of decent people whose conscience would not allow them to remain passive; several were hidden in convents and monasteries and boarding schools; others were forced to roam through forests and villages, hunting for food like wild animals and relying entirely on their own ingenuity and resourcefulness. Many were forced to live under assumed identities, longingly anticipating the return of their father and mother.
Some were so young when separated from their parents that they forgot their real names and Jewish identity. Many were forced to train themselves not to move, laugh or cry, or even talk. Upon liberation, one little girl asked her mother, “Mommy, may I cry now?”
Of course, not all Jewish children were lucky enough to find a place of refuge, and many tens of thousands of children were caught and sent to the death camps. Their young age made most the first prey of the Nazi killing machine.
If you want to share this with others, visit the Resource Center online, for Seminars, educational material, Interactive website for children. Read about Wilhelm Hosenfeld, the German officer recognized for rescuing "The Pianist"; courageous nursemaids, and "A Time to Heal", about the Children's Home in Otwock, Poland.
A POEM [from youtube]
"Here Lies Treblinka"
A storm raged through the world
Leaving people uprooted and homeless
Without pity or sorrow,
their world was destroyed
The sun was torn from the heavens
There, not far, the Umschlagplatz lies waiting
There the people push and shove
There, you hear the sound of children crying to its mother,
"You will never come back to me!"
The police roughly shout the order, "Go!"
"You won't feel a bit hungry! You'll get three loaves of bread!"
But with those three kilos of bread,
They did not know that they were being
There lies Treblinka
Whoever goes there never comes back again
The heart weeps when one recalls
A sister or a brother who were murdered there
The train is ready!
"From Treblinka am I!"
The source of most of the above is from Yad Vashem
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