The Flame

My heart was moved today as we visited the Holocaust Museum in D.C.  We had to go to D.C. to take my daughter to the airport so we decided to make a day of it. We read stories about real people. We saw pictures of real people. Of little kids who were so happy before their world was turned upside down. A little boy who remembers baking cookies with his Mom and sister. Remembers his sister writing her name on some of the cookies with icing whenever they made them.  A boy who remembers friends playing with him until suddenly they couldn’t anymore, because he was a Jew.  A boy who remembers the last time he saw his mom and sister alive.

Happy adults who ran thriving businesses until they were closed down because no one was allowed to buy from Jews anymore. Adults who watched their family be torn apart from each other.

Stories of those in went into hiding.  Some dug down deep in the ground, almost like a grave, for they buried themselves.  They could hardly move for 18 months. Had kind people who bought them food every day and would wash them off once a week. They survived but they had to learn how to walk again!

These are the times when there really are no words. How can we complain about some of the things we complain about when we read stories like these!

In a large room they had written on the walls the names of all the Concentration camps and they had candles and more candles all around the room.  So many there were, you could feel the heat in the room. Oh may we never forget,  and more importantly may we learn!!!

Amidst the stories about the Holocaust there was also stories about Syria the horrors that are happening to the people living there.  I knew it was bad but I learned so much more.

There were comment cards  to write your thoughts on and they were posted on a big wall.  One card really stood out to me. It said, ” When I came I was thinking the Holocaust was something in the past. From what I learned, I now am scared that maybe it is not.”






25 thoughts on “The Flame

  1. No matter how much we learn about the Holocaust, we’ll never know the whole story. The fact that anyone survived the horrors of those camps is a miracle.

    “When I came I thought the Holicaust was something in the past. From what I learned, I now am scared that maybe it is not.” Shame on us if we ever let history repeat itself.

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  2. That would be an educational and emotional experience. Something necessary to see, especially, for your daughter, but also you and your husband too. It’s never bad to be reminded, so as you say, we don’t forget. I have friends who have visited some of the largest camps in Auschwitz, Dachau, Triblenka.

    They’ve gone on tours and many say the can’t help but cry throughout the tour as they are guided through living quarters, work places, the ovens, gas chambers etc… I think the worst is that you can feel those people lost in the air or ambience of these camps, all Jewish people and others, who were unjustly murdered and worked to death.

    I don’t know if this sense of feeling those lost is something we do to ourselves, or if it’s a sixth sense or premonition. I think I believe it’s a bit of all three. Places of mass murder or even a house where terrible murders take place, have a certain dark feeling. In this case, it’s not a bad thing — it’s essential. That feeling helps us who are 75 years beyond these atrocities not to forget. I have not been to Washington DC, but I will add that Museum to my bucket list if and when I go.

    Have a great week 🙂


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