I was fifteen years old when I learned that I came from a family of Holocaust survivors.
Schlomo (Sol) and Nechuma with their children (from left), Addy (my grandfather), Jakob, Halina, Mila, and Genek
The discovery sparked a dizzying array of questions, the most unsettling of which was: Why was I just learning this now? I tried to imagine my quirky, ebullient relatives on the set of Schindler’s List, but I couldn’t. In search of answers, I began digging, little by little unearthing a family history unlike any I’d ever heard before.
My family, by all accounts, shouldn’t have survived the Holocaust. The odds were against them. Their stories, I soon discovered, were too remarkable to be left untold.
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I recently shared some thoughts about what inspired me to write We Were the Lucky Ones and about my passion for writing and my writing process at Author Interview and Review: The Scoop on Georgia Hunter.
