A Holocaust Story of a Different Sort

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  1. Neil Harris says:

    This was a very moving story and shows the strength of those yeshiva students who learned in Novardok.

  2. L. Oberstein says:

    I am going out today and buy a copy. It would be worthwhile if more children of survivors would help their parents record their histories for posterity. Especially in our frum world, where many are blessed with numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren, it serves a purpose. For example, the 94 year old Satmar woman who left behind 2,000 descendents probably had many lessons to teach from her life. It is important that those who grow up in a world where it is easy to be frum appreciate what their forebearers went through so that they could be here today.

  3. rachel w says:

    Yes, Mrs. Schwartz (the 94 year old woman) never tired of giving over her wisdom to her family (and anyone else who cared to listen.) One timely lesson that I heard from her: At a wedding that took place this time of year (between Purim and Pesach), of course the topic of conversation was focused on the women groaning about Pesach cleaning… until Yitalle got annoyed and said, “Do you think it is “make Pesach” when you know that at the end you will have serve on Pesach?? When (and she was referring to life in Europe where people-she among them-were really poor) you are cleaning and you have no idea where the eggs and potatoes and matzoh and wine will be coming from because you can’t afford those “luxuries”, then it is truly difficult to “make Pesach”. A somewhat different perspective.

  4. A very powerful story. Never forget.

  5. L. Oberstein says:

    I just returned from a plane trip and I read the book from cover to cover. If it would have been longer, I could have read it on the return trip too. Yasher Koach to Avi Shafran for helping put his father’s story into print. It is a worthy addition to the literature of this period. It also gives insight into the post-holocaust life of the author. This is the part almost always left out in Holocaust autobiographies.

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