Holocaust Remembrance Day as Seen Through the Eyes of Survivors’ Children

How the next generation processes the meaning of today

Mookie Spitz

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Holocaust Remembrance Day feels part sentimental overkill, part Hallmark greeting card for the children of Holocaust survivors, who thanks to intergenerational trauma have been reminded of and personalized the cataclysmic historical tragedy every day of their lives.

My mother, a Hungarian Jew born in Transylvania, survived by hiding in a barn, although I never heard the details. She claims to have made it through the war without seeing a single dead person, but Antonescu and the Romanians were second only to Hitler and the Germans in their brutality, so who really knows what she endured and its effects on her later life?

My father, also a Hungarian Jew but one born and raised in Budapest, turned 16-years-old (same as my own kid Nicky now) when Tiger tanks rolled down his cobble stoned street. Recruited by the SD to work as a drafsman, given an office and a secretary, mascot to Nazis fresh from the mass murders in Russia, caught playing cards and imprisoned, released and abandoned, hidden in basements and displaced, his adventures were interesting and arduous, and no doubt gravely impacted an already inscrutable, taciturn teenager living at the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Mookie Spitz
Mookie Spitz

Written by Mookie Spitz

Author and communications strategist. His latest book SUPER SANTA is available on Amazon, with a sci fi adventure set for Valentine's Day 2025...

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