A Letter to Mama

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. Hi, Mama, This letter is long overdue. So many times I’ve thought that I should write to you, but something always stopped me. Three days ago, my Kindle came in the mail, and...

An Illegal Alien

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. For sixteen years, I was not aware that I was an illegal alien. In 1946, I was repatriated as an American citizen who lived in Romania. I had an American passport, and then a...

Ode to Morpheus

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. For the past year or so, I have been retreating. It really became very bad when I, who used to go out almost every day of the week, didn’t feel like going anywhere–not to the...

A Dream Vacation

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. How can I forget my first cruise? The ship, the Morris Sigmund, was a Liberty ship which transported “materiel” from the U.S. to Europe. In December 24, 1945, my mother, my...

Coming to America

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. Since my father was an American citizen living in Roumania, I automatically became an American citizen when I was born. My father left Roumania in 1936, and we intended to...

Tribute to My Mother

The following story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. Unlike my father, my mother avoided speaking about the Holocaust years. Unlike him, she was neither the athlete nor possessed the outgoing personality. She...

Going Against Logic

This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. “I always follow my logic” was my father’s “leitmotif” all of his life. He prided himself to be a logical person. To him, going against logic showed weakness and...

Memories: Auschwitz-Birkenau

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Dear God, You let me come To the twilight of my life– This, my life. . . . How many detours I walked— How much pain and suffering I endured. How much pain and suffering Of others...

A Prayer for Answers

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Again and again I reminisce About my life. How can I forget the pain and the degradation which was perpetuated in terrible transgressions upon my soul, my body, and the very...

In Memoriam

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. My being is engulfed in deep sorrow. The loss of my dear sister Selma Is very hard to swallow.   I am trying to digest the loss, The sadness, pain and tears Which follow. ....