This is a picture of my Grandma Mina and my Grandpa Issak with my Uncle Joe. It was taken in a displaced persons camp in Germany, which is where they lived for four years after the Holocaust. Their parents were killed during the war along with most of their siblings (my grandmother was the only one of six children to survive, my grandfather had 12 siblings with only four surviving) and their town in Poland was completely destroyed, so there was no option to return home. Home was gone. My mother was born in the camp in 1947. It’s weird, when I think of war refugees, I think of people in faraway countries seeking shelter from conflicts I don’t really understand, but once upon a time, that was my mom.
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