Category: Memory Project

Lovely Night, Cold Day

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. Every year on my birthday, November 4, Bucharest, Romania was smothered in snow. Never having visited Siberia, I was under the impression that the winters in my hometown were...

My Belief

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project.       I choose today over yesterday. I choose to enjoy every minute of every day. At some time in my past, I decided that what I owed the millions of people that did not...

Thank You, Archie Bunker

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. I had heard different people talking about the new show on TV. It was about a blue collar family; the head of this family was named Archie Bunker, and he was a bigot. Because...

The Nocturnal Monsters

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project.       It had snowed that day, and the sidewalks looked like they were sprinkled all over with jewels. One could hear the crunch of the feet as people walked on the snow. I...

Woman

The following story was written by Beatrice Wyllie and shared as part of the Memory Project. At thirteen, she knows everything; she can do anything. She says, “I can do it” and then proceeds to show the entire house that she cannot and doesn’t know how to do it. She...

An Evening that Changes my Life

This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project.       It is evening, fall of 1947. We are sitting in the kitchen, which also serves as dining room . The place is poorly lit by one single bulb hanging from the...

Hidden Child

This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. There are many ways that children survived the Holocaust: in hiding, in concentration camps, or shipped off on the Kindertransport to England or to the U.S. Some...

If It Weren’t Impossible, I’d…

This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. How I wish I could find someone to hypnotize me and send me back in time to recall the first two years of my life. How I wish I could tear out of the deep recesses...

Liberation

This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. February 1945. Planes roaring overhead; people dancing; men strutting drunkenly down the unpaved street, laughing, singing and shouting,”The Russians are here! The...

Photo Essay

This story was written by Felicia Lederberger-Bialecki-Graber and shared as part of the Memory Project. “Cioci Frenie, Felusia; Sopoty,20/9/1945” – “To Aunt Frenia, Felusia; Sopot, 9/20/1945” Thus reads the back of a photo I recently found while rummaging through my...