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There was a rumpled old Polish man who boarded in the apartment of our building’s superintendent. With baggy pants, fraying suspenders, a wrinkled hat, and a wooden cane, he looked like the lovable…
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Joseph Berger
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New York, United States of America
Date:
2001
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My mother often sent me shopping to 18th Avenue (not a far distance, but for a kid it was unfamiliar territory), the district of Middle Eastern groceries, whose shopkeepers were…
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Jack Marshall
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El Cerrito, United States of America
Date:
2005
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With zeal and zest I threw myself into the work to help assemble archive materials. I was entrusted to be the custodian, I hid the material. Besides me, no one knew. I confided only in my friend Hersh…
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Israel Lichtenstein
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Warsaw, General Government (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1942
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One week later, as we returned from work, there, in the middle of the camp, in the Appelplatz, stood a black gallows.
We learned that soup would be distributed only after roll call, which lasted…
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Elie Wiesel
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1958
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The sunset lit up the sky, splashing the drab tenements with gold, bringing memories of Sabbath candles and the smell of gefüllte fish. When I had lived on Hester Street, I would…
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Anzia Yezierska
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1950
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Apples. That’s what New Yorkers of the 1930s remember. Apples of the Hesperides, neatly stalled on corner after corner, sold on the last trembling line of decency by men who were unwilling to beg…
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Hortense Calisher
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1972
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Bread
Very early in the morning we went to pick up fresh bread at Doña Blanquita’s. However, before arriving at her house that resembled the generosity of her hands and clay ovens, we had to cross a…
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Marjorie Agosín
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Wellesley, United States of America
Date:
1995
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If I had to pick one defining moment in my Iranian life, it would be 5:00 a.m. one Friday in the fall of 1968. I was fifteen. Normally I woke to the sounds of a peddler selling green almonds and fava…
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Farideh Goldin
Places:
Norfolk, United States of America
Date:
2003
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Stanislaw often told me how much he liked my company, and sometimes he wondered about my Jewishness: “Look at yourself! You cannot be Jewish!” he would exclaim. And yet whenever he spoke to me about…
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Nechama Tec
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Connecticut, United States of America
Date:
1982
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[ . . . ] The two worlds, in my childhood, were not really separate. The synagogue in Graham Street, to which we walked across the Meadows every Saturday morning, was as much a part of the Edinburgh…
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David Daiches
Places:
Cambridge, United Kingdom
Date:
1956