Ever since I read Number the Stars in 6th grade there has been a slight obsession with learning about The Holocaust. I have spent every year of my teaching career at least touching on Holocaust history. Between teaching The Diary of Ann Frank and Night, and the fact that my father told us we had to read Man's Search For Meaning if we wanted to stay in the family and I wanted to stay in the family, I have truly felt the urge to learn more historically, and to learn more in person. When my parents visited Austwitz when I was 17 I added a visitation to my bucketlist. I will go someday. I want to see for myself what I have read and seen in movies and documentaries.
One slightly easier bucketlist item was hearing a Holocaust survivor's story in person. I wanted to see the tattoo with the A before it (meaning they were in Austwitz) with my own two eyes. I think literature only does so much- I wanted to hear the story and see the emotion in the person's eyes. Most are very elderly, and sadly dying each year, I became worried this may not happen as hoped.
We watched Freedom Writers this July in hopes to help me get pumped up to teach which wasn't originally in my life plan. When the students visited the Museum of Tolerance I told Jacob, "I didn't realize there was one in L.A. We're going." Jacob quickly agreed.
I hoped that someone would be available to speak on our day of visitation, much to my surprise 3-4 different speakers speak each day! I was so happy I almost cried! I was even more happy to find out flight had been delayed and we would have an extra hour to spend there.
We started the day by hearing a camp survivor's story. A high school group was there, and had reserved the most notable speaker for their tour- we were lucky to join. We sat on the 2nd row, it was incredible!
You aren't allowed to take pictures in the museum, but here's the link and a screen capture from the website of the women we were fortunate to hear.
She was so positive saying how blessed we are to have family. She added her revenge on Hitler was her 4 successful children, 18 grandchildren, and many great-grandchildren. It was hard to fight back tears while listening to her story. This experience was all I hoped to be and much much more! Definitely a life-changing experience! How grateful we are for brave people like her who will relive their experiences so we can learn.
After we took a tour of the museum. At the beginning you are given a passport card of a child to help put the reality of the people who were victimized in a visual perspective. You tour how the Nazi party came to rise, how ordinary people were brainwashed, what happens in depressions and times of turmoil.
We sneaked a picture in the corner of our children.
At the end, you find out their fate. Jacob's boy escaped to China and lived. It was by no means an easy life for him though. My little girl was one of the first to be gassed as she was a young child. It was truly sad to read of all the pain and anguish of their families.
Even though this was a heavy date, it was one we are both so grateful to experience! Learning history and seeing it in ways you never could just through literature is a truly amazing experience.
And we ended on a happy note being thankful for our relationship and family unit, and for BobaTime. Coconut strawberry smoothies are something we can't stop craving. It looks like we'll be heading back to L.A. sometime soon for one of these amazing babies!
I hope you've been inspired to go visit the Museum of Tolerance- it is something everyone should do at least once in their life! And it is even better with someone you love by your side to appreciate and give thanks for!