tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post4551727278928483013..comments2024-01-02T10:16:13.926+00:00Comments on The Thoughtful Dresser: Reader, she saved themLinda Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126115924247248057noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-7224373091542003382008-01-28T14:24:00.000+00:002008-01-28T14:24:00.000+00:00Linda, I listened to it and wept, like so many oth...Linda, I listened to it and wept, like so many others, I imagine. The coup de grace was when they started to sing in harmony for god's sake with thousands of rotting corpses around them. What strength in those voices - the strength of human beings' ability to survive against all the odds.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-42806089370774854232008-01-28T00:54:00.000+00:002008-01-28T00:54:00.000+00:00Linda - I have a picture that is on my computer, a...Linda - I have a picture that is on my computer, and the way the screensaver works, it includes any images that are saved on the hard drive, so I see that photograph every single day. It is an image of my grandfather's family in Horodenka, taken in 1938, when my great uncle went back as part of a delegation of the fur workers union. In this photo, he is surrounded by his sister and his other brother, their children, his parents and his aunt. Not one of those people survived the war. Very few people from that entire village survived to tell the tale. When I was young, I got my father to tell me all he knew of them. I have told my children all I know of them. I have become involved in doing genealogy research so that there is some record of them other than their faces in a picture. My father always said that as long as their stories are told and their wisdom and courage is remembered, they live on in us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-72820354829222915162008-01-27T22:51:00.000+00:002008-01-27T22:51:00.000+00:00Listening to this gave me the chills, and then I c...Listening to this gave me the chills, and then I cried. If I udnerstood Hebrew I would have totally lost it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-20256752495304686452008-01-27T19:17:00.000+00:002008-01-27T19:17:00.000+00:00Hi Linda, I just stumbled upon your wonderful blog...Hi Linda, I just stumbled upon your wonderful blog and am addicted to it. It is the most thoughtful and interesting clothes blog I know of, and one of the best blogs, in general, and thank you for it. I just get absorbed in every entry and find the content amazing. Keep up the great blog!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424698162327097126.post-55168008983592337012008-01-27T16:10:00.000+00:002008-01-27T16:10:00.000+00:00I was wondering how your blog, which deals with "d...I was wondering how your blog, which deals with "depths and surfaces" would deal with such a solemn day. (It is also "il Giorno della memoria della Shoah" in Italy - not al countries choose the same date for remembrance). I'd been thinking of Milena, Kafka's friend, who also wrote of fashion and "l'air du temps", as well as working as a translator, of course, before devoting herself to anti-Nazi resistance and perishing at the infamous Ravensbrück concentration camp for women. <BR/><BR/>That is a great story - I imagine that the smuggled property was used afterwards to attempt to secure safe passage for the persecuted German Jews the sisters were helping.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com