I hadn't heard this word in regards to the Shoah, but I'm not always in touch. But I like it.
Zachor.
I read an account, referred by a member of my genealogy class, of a woman's search for the fate of her relatives, Jews in Nazi Germany. She looked on her father's behalf who had wondered what had happened to his mother, brother and sister.
The daughter worked and worked, as her father's health was failing. She already had some leads, some dates, knew they were in the Magdeborg deportation to Warsaw.
She frantically searched, online, contacting people. Until she found this picture. A deportation from Warsaw to Trelinka. She thought she saw her grandmother in the picture.. Could it be?
More research with family members identified the woman in the picture by the scarf she was wearing. Her great-grandmother made a shawl into scarves that she gave family members before they left home.
The woman is the picture is wearing it. The searching daughter's aunt had one too.
That's her grandmother in the picture, holding the hands of her two young children. Imagine finding your own grandmother in an actual photo documenting deportation to Treblinka. With those horrid boxcars in the background. A woman with two small children, what could she do?
The picture struck me right in the gut. Hard.
My own German Jewish ancestors were in the United States nearly a century before this all happened. The Zunders, Rosenthals, Weils, Lederers. All here long before.
Read her story
Zachor
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