Five women share their experience navigating uncharted waters

I’m not sure there is anything more unprecedented than a Holocaust survivor who is marrying off their own child. Two Holocaust survivors married to each other and doing the same? A double victory.
My parents didn’t speak of their wartime experiences other than the whispered slip of a tongue or a runaway comment. We knew that my father was carried out of Auschwitz (half dead) in a wheelbarrow and my mother was in three different work camps. It’s not just that my parents didn’t speak of their experiences. We knew, from a very young age, not to ask.
Their own wedding took place in Europe (before they eventually crossed the Atlantic) and was celebrated with other survivors, my mother wearing a borrowed dress that many of the other young women wore, altered to fit each individual bride. I’m almost certain there was no smorg. Actually, I’m not even sure there was a wedding meal.
Each was the sole survivor of their immediate family. No grandparents, mothers, fathers, siblings, aunts or uncles, though my mother did have a few of her first cousins who survived — some with brothers and sisters of their own.
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