2nd Generation Holocaust Survivors - Yah, that's me.
Below is all the info pertaining to my radio show today:
"The Second Generation of Holocaust Survivors" (16-04-07)
On this show we discuss some of the issues that 2nd Generation Holocaust Survivors experience while growing up.
My guest was Holocaust Studies educator Debby Jacoby. Debby and I are both 2nd generation survivors ourselves and we share some of our personal stories.
Debby also takes us through the harrowing day her father and his family were forced out of their home, put on a train and sent to Auschwitz to be gassed.
You can read this dramtic story that Debbie's brother, Boston Globe columnist Jeff Jacoby, wrote about their father:
MY HERO, MY FATHER
You can read this dramtic story that Debbie's brother, Boston Globe columnist Jeff Jacoby, wrote about their father:
MY HERO, MY FATHER
<------- Debby Jacoby, Holocaust Studies Educator
One thing that I did not add in the radio interview with Debby is that my father also did not talk much about the Holocaust. I had to hear some of the stories through my mother, until many years later, when I was an adult and my father started to open up and share more. I was going to Poland to see the concentration camps and would be near his city where he was from, Lodz. My father was pushed into the Lodz ghetto by the Nazis when the Jews were forced to leave their homes.
All I remember when I was younger was that stuffed deep in my dad's drawer were postcards from the holocaust. They were pictures of piles of naked dead bodies. I can't imagine who published these photos in the format as 'post cards'. I mean, who would want to send a post card with naked dead bodies of men, women and children on it to someone? "Hi mom, I went to Poland and here is what I saw.... having a great time, Adolph." Sheesh! Anyway, I remember staring at these photos secretly, and then putting them back in the stack of other papers in the drawer. Some other memories I had -I spoke of on the show. Of course there are more memories, but I don't really feel like sharing it all now. Perhaps it just has helped to mold and shape me into who I am today and why I make some of the decisions I do. I am hardened a bit, and very stubborn and straight forward. Those are the qualities that made my father survive the Holocaust.
I am also posting for you all the lyrics and video to a beautiful song sung by Ofrah Haza, --I call her Israel's 'Princess Diana', as she was even more precious to the Israeli people. She was a great singer, with a voice that could lift one to the clouds. She was Israel's flower, and we were all shocked at her sudden death at such a young age and with such a promising future. One of the songs she sings is called: L'orech HaYam.
This song is often played on Israel radio stations in times of sadness... i.e. Holocaust Day, Memorial Day for Israel's Fallen Soldiers, and of course when there is a terror attack. It is a hauntingly beautiful song. To view the video, click here.
Ofrah Haza
For transliterated lyrics to sing with her, read here in blue text:
For transliterated lyrics to sing with her, read here in blue text:
(a translation of the song is below)
Ofra Haza - Leorech Hayam
Tagid li eich la'atzor et hadma'ot
Tagid li eifo yesh olam acher lichyot
Tagid li lama ein emet, rak hazayot
Az lama lenasot ulehamshich achshav livkot?
Ofra Haza - Leorech Hayam
Tagid li eich la'atzor et hadma'ot
Tagid li eifo yesh olam acher lichyot
Tagid li lama ein emet, rak hazayot
Az lama lenasot ulehamshich achshav livkot?
(chorus)
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
Tagid li eich la'atzor et had'ma'ot
Tagid li eifo yesh olam acher lichyot
K'she'anashim ratzim el tofet k'mo el yam
Ani arutz el toch ha'esh
Im yachz'ru misham
Tagid li eifo yesh olam acher lichyot
K'she'anashim ratzim el tofet k'mo el yam
Ani arutz el toch ha'esh
Im yachz'ru misham
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
Tagid li eich im hamavet atah chai
Mastir hadma'ot bechol laila -
Tagid li, ad matai?
Ha'esh shekoreit li
Lo nimtzeit sham be'emet
Vezeh shene'elam,
Ha'im yachzor, oh kvar met?
Tagid li eich im hamavet ata chai
Mastir hadma'ot bechol laila -
Tagid li, ad matai?
Ha'esh shekoreit li
Lo nimtzeit sham be'emet
Vezeh shene'elam,
Ha'im yachzor, oh kvar met?
Mastir hadma'ot bechol laila -
Tagid li, ad matai?
Ha'esh shekoreit li
Lo nimtzeit sham be'emet
Vezeh shene'elam,
Ha'im yachzor, oh kvar met?
Tagid li eich im hamavet ata chai
Mastir hadma'ot bechol laila -
Tagid li, ad matai?
Ha'esh shekoreit li
Lo nimtzeit sham be'emet
Vezeh shene'elam,
Ha'im yachzor, oh kvar met?
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
L'orech hayam Ein galim, yesh olam Shenishbar lirsisim al hamezach
Tagid li eich la'atzor et hadma'ot Tagid li eich....
Translation: ALONG THE SEASHORE (Leorech Hayam)
Tell me how to stop the tears
Translation: ALONG THE SEASHORE (Leorech Hayam)
Tell me how to stop the tears
Tell me where there's another world to live in
Tell me why there is no truth, only illusions
So why should we try, and continue crying now?
*
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
*
Tell me how to stop the tears
*
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
*
Tell me how to stop the tears
Tell me where there's another world to live in
When people run into an inferno as if into the sea
I would run into the fire,
If only they would return from there
*
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
*
Tell me how you live with death
If only they would return from there
*
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
*
Tell me how you live with death
Hiding the tears every night -
Tell me, how much longer?
Tell me, how much longer?
The fire that calls me
Is not really there
Is not really there
And the one who disappeared,
Will he return, or is he already dead?
*
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
*
Tell me how to stop the tears
Tell me how.....
Will he return, or is he already dead?
*
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
Along the length of the sea
There are no waves; there is a world
Broken into fragments on the pier
*
Tell me how to stop the tears
Tell me how.....
2 Comments:
At Thursday, April 19, 2007 5:01:00 PM, Anonymous said…
google Ofra & see who murdered her.
At Wednesday, May 02, 2007 12:38:00 AM, Valerie said…
This show struck a chord in me. The very next day, the shootings transpired at Virginia Tech in the US. On that day, a very beloved professor lost his life in an attempt to save the lives of his students by barracading a door while students escaped through a window.He was shot by the lone gunman.
This professor survived the Holocaust and yet that morning this man possibly fulfilled his greatest leagcy for his students, by giving his life.
I vowed I will NEVER forget this beautiful man...His name was Professor Librescu. May G-d bless his family and may those students forever be changed by this man's immolate love!
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