Author’s Reflections

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.