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I never knew my grandparents, either on my
father's side or my mother's. Most of my
extended family members perished in the Holocaust. Therefore, I grew
up as a transplant in Israel (like most of my generation
of post world war II Europeans), without
my grandparents or great-grandparents. As
a child and as an adolescent, I always wanted
to know what it felt like to know and live with my parents' parents
and their parents. I still do.
Fewer and fewer families live in the same
house and it is getting harder and harder to
find such continuity. The younger generation
is leaving for the big cities or going abroad; and the harder it becomes
to find families that are living in such a way, the more important
it becomes to preserve what there is and what we can learn. This is
important on many levels, both in the local community preserving the
memories and internationally by reminding us of what we have forgotten
or have never experienced, of where we have come from and what has
made us who we are. |