|A Los Angeles Childhood - So We Remember. So We Don't Forget - Bearing Witness Part II|
|Wednesday, 31 August 2011 11:19|
After the conference I spoke with Carol Baird, M.A. She spoke about how genealogy can help with treatment and told me about a DNA test I can take to go back five generations on my mother's side and bring up information, perhaps find a living relative who can shed knowledge about my mother's history, her family's history. Although, not medical which would be extremely helpful. There is no way to gain that information. It is just the end of the line.
Later, I saw an article in the Santa Fe New Mexican about the search for Holocaust's displaced kids. About 1,100 photographs photographed by social service agencies across Europe soon after World War II. These photographs have turned up over 65 years later. I was five years old when I saw those photographs from the camps at liberation day. The walking dead I called them. Even then I felt I had some connection to them. If not directly then through cousins, uncles, aunts, family members through a Jewish Consciousness, like many Americans, helpless to stop all this evil.
One person who saw the post-war photo of himself at the age of eight, noted that, "one glance resurrected the pain. It brought me back to a time where I didn't know what was happening to me. I didn't know where I was going or who was going to feed me tomorrow." He had found this post on Facebook. He said, "This is me indeed with more hair and less wrinkles." Some people felt it was a chance to be "reborn." One says he has "a tremendous need to tell people this really happened and it's not ancient history." He adds that the reason he does it, "is because I don't want to forget."
The children find comfort in the fact that they were/are not alone.
I tell my story because I think it is important to bear witness to experiences, to share them. I have spoken to many people who come to my readings and who write to me after reading SAVING MYSELF. They tell me it helps them to not feel so alone and to know that there is at least one other person in the world who has had a similar experience. As the man who continues to tell his story, so do I. I also do not want to forget, and would like to help others to remember.
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