Time is running out for parents and children and brothers and sisters who were torn apart by the Holocaust to actually be reunited. This is the story of a little girl who was placed in an orphanage in Russia in 1941, the father who never stopped searching for her, and the cousins who reunited the family.
My parents never spoke about where I came from or the circumstances involving my adoption. They had no records pertaining to my birth parents… Then I read that the government in Toronto, Ontario, where I was born and raised, had opened up its adoption record archives allowing adoptees to request copies of original records.
I received a cryptic email query from someone in Australia looking to make contact with the person who’d put up a family tree on JewishGen’s Family Tree of the Jewish People that included Eva Baruch. Since that person happened to be me, I wrote back, only to learn that the curious sender was none other than Eva’s only son.
By Jerry Touger
On their ship’s manifest, both of them indicated they were going to a Samuel or Salman Gellmann in Passaic. Here already were two perplexing questions. Why Passaic? And who on earth was Samuel Gellmann?
By Eli Rabinowitz
I received two emails, totaling 33 pages, of the court proceedings of Rex versus Leo Katz… From the time Morris was picked up until his death was at most 10 minutes; this was the total time that they were together. Such was their fate!
By Elizabeth Rynecki
Moshe continued to paint after the Nazi invasion, but as conditions for Jews worsened, he became worried about protecting his body of work. At that point my great-grandfather made the fateful decision to divide his paintings and sculptures into bundles and to ask friends and acquaintances to hide them.
This story from our Archives was first posted to our website in January 2013. By Andrew Lenard It was during the years 1942-43 in the Hungarian city of Debrecen, where I grew up as a teenage boy, that I developed an avocation for playing the piano. My father, himself an amateur cellist, arranged for Rózsi […]
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By Eli Rabinowitz
“All I ever knew was that I am named Eli Moshe (Eli Moses, Hebrew name Eliyahu Moshe) after my great-uncle Moshe. Moshe died in a motor accident, six weeks before his planned wedding. The date of his death was unknown, but it was sometime between the late 1920s and early 30s. That was the sum total of my knowledge of Moshe until a photograph given to me in 2011 changed everything.”
By Martin Tompa and Siva German
“I have been a JewishGen member for more than 13 years. Over the years I have been contacted by many other members looking into similar surnames or villages, but there has never been even a hint of successful connection. Until this past May…”