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.
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.
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 Michael Tobias
“It didn’t take long for Michael to realize that Moshe Porat was the same man as Moshe Perelman, Moniek Garber’s cousin…. Later that morning the two cousins spoke to each other after sixty-seven years of separation.”