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Approaching the Eve of At-one-ment – Yom Kippur, 1997

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. Yesterday I went to a Sabbath service. It wasn’t just an ordinary Sabbath service. It was the first Sabbath of the Jewish New Year. It was the first Sabbath service I have attended...

Aunt Rosa

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. Aunt Rosa and my mother Berta were born one year apart.  The two sisters lived together nearly all their lives. When the Nazis marched into Vienna, their native city, they were the...

Aunt Rosa’s Apple Strudel

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. Aunt Rosa was my mother’s sister, and she lived with us most of my growing up years. I was the youngest member of our extended family, so I was home with Aunt Rosa while everyone...

Berta’s Longer Story

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. What next?  What is next for me and my family? How much more can we endure? Those are the thoughts my mother may have had as we flew from Uruguay to the United States after World...

Family Photos

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. The family photos of my early childhood were the substitute for my extended family of real people. There was no photo album . . . just a blue leather purse about the size of a small...

Going Back

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. I am perched on the verge of a pilgrimage back to my roots. These roots do not go as deep as those of my birth, But Uruguay is, nevertheless, the earth from which these seedlings...

Healing in the Open

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. In a bizarrely freak accident in a car wash, my car ran over my left leg and stopped on top of my knee. The car was rolled off my leg, and I was taken to a trauma center for...

Just One More Day

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. If I could have just one more day with someone who is no longer alive, I would choose my mother. I was only thirty-five years old when she died. She did get to see my six wonderful...

Learning to Adjust

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. What I have learned in my life and how I have learned it are directly related to my self-concept. One essential facet of my self-concept is my association with the significant...

Mother-tongue

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project. The language I use now is not my Mother-tongue. It is not the language I heard while lying in my Mother’s womb. It is not the language I learned to understand in the first year and...

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