{"product_id":"9781456823672","title":"Second Generation: Memoir of a Child of Holocaust Survivors","description":"I have been consumed with thoughts about the Holocaust ever since I  \u003cbr\u003ewas a little girl and I have decided to write about my experiences as a child  \u003cbr\u003eof Holocaust survivors both as a catharsis and as a memorial to my parents'  \u003cbr\u003ememories. I would like to note at the outset of this memoir that until very  \u003cbr\u003erecently, I always felt that the story I want to tell here was not my story at  \u003cbr\u003eall, it belonged to my parents-what happened affected them profoundly,  \u003cbr\u003ebut surely, or so I thought, not me. I am American born-born in 1943 and  \u003cbr\u003ebrought up in the tiny village of Homer in Upstate New York. I have been  \u003cbr\u003efortunate enough to have lived a relatively peaceful life which is light-years  \u003cbr\u003eapart from the experience of my parents. But I have come to realize that my  \u003cbr\u003eparents' stories are, indeed, my stories. Their identity is, indeed, my identity in  \u003cbr\u003every profound ways. They survived the Holocaust. I am a second generation  \u003cbr\u003esurvivor.  \u003cbr\u003eAs a child, I lived under the pall of the Holocaust. My parents had  \u003cbr\u003ebeen thrown out of Germany. That's exactly the way my Dad sneered the  \u003cbr\u003ewords-he was \"thrown out of Germany by Hitler.\" When speaking of  \u003cbr\u003eHitler with our relatives, he always referred to him as that \"Schweinehund,\"  \u003cbr\u003ethe nastiest epithet he could conjure up-translation, \"pig dog.\" The English  \u003cbr\u003etranslation does not do justice to the scorn in his voice. When he used those  \u003cbr\u003ewords, his entire body revealed his contempt. Fortunately for our family,  \u003cbr\u003emy parents were able to escape Germany in 1939 shortly before the mass  \u003cbr\u003emurders began.  \u003cbr\u003eMy parents rarely talked about their experiences, but it pervaded the air I  \u003cbr\u003ebreathed from the day I was born in a hospital in Cortland, New York, three miles  \u003cbr\u003efrom Homer, New York,-three thousand miles from where the catastrophe  \u003cbr\u003eof the Holocaust took place. Whenever my parents would get together with  \u003cbr\u003efamily or friends, their voices would be hushed as they would talk about things that I was not supposed to hear because I was too young. I learned about the  \u003cbr\u003eHolocaust the way most children learn about taboo things-by listening in  \u003cbr\u003estairwells or by pretending to be asleep as my parents had conversations in  \u003cbr\u003eGerman in hushed voices. In this way, the story of the Holocaust seeped into  \u003cbr\u003emy consciousness subliminally and effortlessly.","brand":"Xlibris Corporation","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47182495711472,"sku":"9781456823672","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781456823672_p0.jpg?v=1763865065","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781456823672","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}