I know it's been a while... three years in fact since I last posted. A few months ago, I started thinking about writing my grandparent's story. As I mentioned in earlier posts, my grandparents, whom I refer to as Buba and Ziedi, did not openly share their experiences during the Holocaust, not even with their own children. Fortunately, with my own father's urging, Ziedi recorded his story with the help of the U.S. Holocaust Museum chapter in Buffalo, NY (see my first blog post for the transcription). With only my Ziedi's side of the story, I knew I would need to gather a lot more information about my grandmother and her family.

On November 6, 2013, my fiance, his parents and I visited my Buba and Ziedi in Florida. Over a hearty brunch, truly enough to feed an army, with blintzes, bagels, whitefish salad, lox, and coffee, Buba recalled stories of their time in Israel after the war. She brought out her Poesiealbums--which are essentially poetry albums, a collection of autographs, dedications, and drawings from close friends, relatives, and acquaintances. The albums were over 60 years old with some entries dating back to 1944. Due to the delicate nature, I decided to borrow both books in order to scan and preserve. See a few of the scans below.

Next, I plan to mail the scans to Buba in order for her to translate the Yiddish, French, and German excerpts.