In an attempt to find more information, I am able to run a Kindle Countdown Deal
for one day,, this Friday, December 19, Kindle Countdown Deal for Walk Forward
at 99 cents! It was my father's eternal hope that I find my sister or her fate as
he always told my two younger sister and me "If someone comes to you one day and
says she is your sister, you must believe her." He wanted us to welcome her into
our family.
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A father's hope for his missing child spans beyond the generations and is eternal. Does she remember
her last name, she was only 9 years and had gone through much terror in concentration camp Stutthof. When she was taken, her mother went with her child so that her child should not be afraid. My heart aches for this young mother, my father's first wife.
This 9 year old, blond-haired, blue-eyed child with olive skin, had survived the Lodz Ghetto,
made it through Auschwitz as a member of the 500 hundred metal workers and their families chosen
by my Uncle Alfred Chimowicz.
How I wish I could somehow take the pain away from my older (half) sister, but someone
out there must know something. It does not matter to me if you were a Nazi or someone who saw it
happen, what happened to her is the question. She is not listed on any transport and as part of a "different kind of Schindler's list" she was monitored everyday. She had to be replaced, but is not listed in the transport that sent her 3 young cousins back to Auschwitz.
A two year old survived the entire ordeal and we are in contact with him, but he is much to young to remember anything. He sent us a photo of our Uncle.
Is there a chance, time is running out because of our ages, if you have any ideas, please,
please, forward to me at rosaraskin@gmail.com Please note, many secondary sources are quoting ME!
I have never said my sister died, I have no proof but several are quoting me as to the last place she was seen. Had she not had blond hair and blue eyes, and I recently learned that NOT everyone's hair
was shaved off, is there a chance? Someone knows and I hope they have the courage to let me know.
Showing posts with label lost sister. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Miracles
Finding a cousin was a miracle, but small miracles have continued since the publication of "Walk Forward."
A wonderful lady, who at 12 years old was on the final journey with my 9 year old sister, responded to a letter I sent to her in Oklahoma. I was privileged to visit this incredible person named Eva, who gave me a chance to envision a bit of the most complicated and horrible world as my lost sister might have seen it. Had Eva's hair been blond and her eyes blue, I would have believed that perhaps I had finally found my lost sibling! We know we are not sisters, but family relationships are yet to be researched.
Eva and I found we have very much in common. The more Eva and I search, the more similarities we find. We have uncovered many coincidences, but their true meanings are yet to be revealed. Not only do we like the same foods, have similar furniture in our homes, and the same desire to tell the story so that history does not repeat itself, we both feel strongly that the 1.5 million children who were murdered in the Shoah should never be forgotten. The children were not numbers, but had names and wonderful lives before the events of the Second World War destroyed their childlike qualities and hopes. Eva is a survivor of the Shoah, I am not a survivor, but the daughter of a survivor. I am a member of the second generation (2g), the generation who heard the first person stories, felt the enormous pain of the survivor (our parents') generation, and who continue to search for lost family members in lifelong attempts to put the pieces of the complex puzzle together.
As members of the second generation, we did not experience the Shoah in person, but we have the obligation to keep the true stories alive. We must do the best we can to publish the truth as we know it and encourage our peers to do the same. We owe it to those who can not speak, who dare not write, who are afraid to remember or publish the truth, and the millions who died long before their time. Hundreds of millions of words are lost forever, they never made it into books!
Genocide has horrible effects on many generations. Man's inhumanity to man remains with the young as fear and pain are not easily forgotten.
If you have a secret to survival or to what truly happened, be brave and share it with the world. If you have a story to tell, or have been privileged to hear a survivor's story, "Walk Forward," and please share it for the historical record and humanity!
Kindness, knowledge, and truth are first steps in healing our deepest wounds.
A wonderful lady, who at 12 years old was on the final journey with my 9 year old sister, responded to a letter I sent to her in Oklahoma. I was privileged to visit this incredible person named Eva, who gave me a chance to envision a bit of the most complicated and horrible world as my lost sister might have seen it. Had Eva's hair been blond and her eyes blue, I would have believed that perhaps I had finally found my lost sibling! We know we are not sisters, but family relationships are yet to be researched.
Eva and I found we have very much in common. The more Eva and I search, the more similarities we find. We have uncovered many coincidences, but their true meanings are yet to be revealed. Not only do we like the same foods, have similar furniture in our homes, and the same desire to tell the story so that history does not repeat itself, we both feel strongly that the 1.5 million children who were murdered in the Shoah should never be forgotten. The children were not numbers, but had names and wonderful lives before the events of the Second World War destroyed their childlike qualities and hopes. Eva is a survivor of the Shoah, I am not a survivor, but the daughter of a survivor. I am a member of the second generation (2g), the generation who heard the first person stories, felt the enormous pain of the survivor (our parents') generation, and who continue to search for lost family members in lifelong attempts to put the pieces of the complex puzzle together.
As members of the second generation, we did not experience the Shoah in person, but we have the obligation to keep the true stories alive. We must do the best we can to publish the truth as we know it and encourage our peers to do the same. We owe it to those who can not speak, who dare not write, who are afraid to remember or publish the truth, and the millions who died long before their time. Hundreds of millions of words are lost forever, they never made it into books!
Genocide has horrible effects on many generations. Man's inhumanity to man remains with the young as fear and pain are not easily forgotten.
If you have a secret to survival or to what truly happened, be brave and share it with the world. If you have a story to tell, or have been privileged to hear a survivor's story, "Walk Forward," and please share it for the historical record and humanity!
Kindness, knowledge, and truth are first steps in healing our deepest wounds.
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