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My mom dropped a bit of history this past weekend she thought we all knew. We didn't. Her mother (still alive, but we don't know exactly how old she is :) ), born in northeastern Poland, spent the war years in Uzbekistan, the adopted daughter of an Arab woman who found her...
wandering in the Leningrad train station, separated from her refugee family fleeing east. Post-war she didn't even know any of her family had survived, and only discovered in 1951 or so they had moved to Israel, while she had gone to Germany, the Netherlands, Canada, and
eventually New York. Just a few years ago I found her father's grave in Givatayim. Wrote a blog post about it at the time (2011): mightierthanthepen.wordpress.com/2011/11/24/tak…
