Goodbye to a very special lady.
It has been 74 years since the Kindertransport brought me to England. My parents were transported to the Camp de Gurs in 1940 and then to Auschwitz-Birkenau, where according to the carefully kept records, they were exterminated in 1942. I have been fortunate; a wonderful foster family, a long marriage, children and grandchildren. I felt it was my duty to embrace life and I am sure it was what my parents would have wanted for me.
Very rarely do I fall asleep without thinking about playing with my sister among the gravestones in my village of Teschenmoschel then being welcomed home with open arms by my parents. I also wonder about the fate of that baby girl whose mother gave her the gift of life.
|Jewish Burial Ground at Teschenmoschel|
|Auntie Edith and Uncle Jack|