Crossing Paths with Elie Wiesel. The importance of Holocaust survivors’ stories. https://suzannaeibuszyc.substack.com/p/crossing-paths-with-elie-wiesel
Shedding Light on Genetic Memory. How the experiences of our ancestors might be encoded in our DNA. Also how in three generations hunger was warded off allowing food to become culinary art. https://suzannaeibuszyc.substack.com/p/the-past-present-and-future-how-genealogy
Jewish History in Poland Ended. The enormity of what happened; the long Jewish history in Poland was forever severed. https://suzannaeibuszyc.substack.com/p/jewish-history-in-poland-ended
The diverse and resolute Polish Jewish Community after WWI. We owe our existence to those who came before us. https://suzannaeibuszyc.substack.com/p/the-diverse-and-resolute-polish-jewish
Surviving in Stalin’s Russia ironically proved to be for Polish Jews the single best way to escape the catastrophe that engulfed them in Nazi occupied Europe. https://suzannaeibuszyc.substack.com/p/surviving-in-stalins-russia-during
Poland, Jews and the Interwar Period. Jews had few rights no matter where they lived in the world. https://suzannaeibuszyc.substack.com/p/poland-jews-and-the-interwar-period
Surviving in Stalin’s Russia During WWII (Białystok and Saratov period). https://suzannaeibuszyc.substack.com/p/surviving-in-stalins-russia-during
My mother and I are immigrants. We immigrated in the late 1960s when America imposed strict immigration laws and screened against any communist associations. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/stories-told-by-real-people/
After the war, my mother pondered deeply, admitting to herself that a system of convictions she held so dear turned out to be deceptions was intolerable.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/poland-the-cradle-to-poles-of-jewish-faith-and-orthodox-jews/
Let us travel back in time, to where I lived, after the war. To the southwestern corner of dreary communist Poland. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/crossing-paths-with-professor-elie-wiesel/
In the decade before her death, my mother became progressively distraught. Knowing she was running out of time of ever finding out the truth as to what happened to the family she left behind in Poland.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/what-will-it-take-for-our-people-to-stop-living-in-denial/
The Pessimists Fled and Optimists Stayed Behind. This expression comes to mind when looking at my own parents and survivors like them who ended up among the living. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/the-pessimists-fled-and-the-optimists-stayed-behind/
For our family there exists only one photograph from before WWII. That of my father and his cousin/fiancée, taken in their city of Lodz. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/may-their-memory-live-on-forever/
The French Philosopher Emmanuel Levinas and his notion of ethics and relation as determined by the encounter with the other comes to mind.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/in-poland-after-the-war-it-was-how-others-saw-us-and-not-how-we-saw-ourselves/
Out of Warsaw, with tradition and trauma. Deconstructive ‘faith’ argues that faith without critique amounts to unverified belief. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/deconstructive-faith-argues-that-faith-without-critique-amounts-to-unverified-belief/
My mother’s family in Warsaw after WWI observed strict Sabbath and celebrated all the other Jewish holidays, yet they dressed in the Western-European fashion.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/life-in-poland-after-wwi-orthodox-jews-and-poles-of-jewish-faith/
At the end of November of 1939, traveling separately, my mother from Warsaw, my father from Lodz they arrive in Bialystok.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/a-harsh-exile-in-russia-proved-to-be-for-polish-jews-the-answer-for-escaping-the-catastrophe-that-engulfed-europe-during-wwii/
What I remember most vividly from my childhood years after the war in Poland is how my mother always watched the door, always hopeful, never giving up that a loved one would enter, come back from the dead.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/my-father-hid-behind-a-wall-of-silence-my-mother-did-not-stop-talking/
“There Is No End to Holocaust Stories” by Suzanna Eibuszyc
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/715848
“Crossing Paths with Professor Elie Wiesel” by Suzanna Eibuszyc
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/720103
PRISM, Journal for Holocaust Educators
Spring 2017, Volume 9, ISSN 1949-2707
“My Mother’s Scars Became My Scars”
My mother and I are immigrants. At the time we immigrated, in the late 1960s, America imposed strict immigration laws and screened against any communist associations or sympathies. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/stories-told-by-real-people/
After the war, my mother pondered deeply, however, admitting to herself that a system of convictions she held so dear turned out to be deceptions was intolerable.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/poland-the-cradle-to-poles-of-jewish-faith-and-orthodox-jews/
Crossing Paths with Professor Elie Wiesel. Let us travel back in time, to where I lived, after the war. To the southwestern corner of dreary communist Poland where Polish Jewish citizens….. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/crossing-paths-with-professor-elie-wiesel/
In the last decade, before her death, my mother became progressively distraught. It was the knowledge that she was running out of time of ever finding out the truth….
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/what-will-it-take-for-our-people-to-stop-living-in-denial/
The Pessimists Fled and the Optimists Stayed Behind. This expression comes to mind when looking at my own parents and survivors like them who ended up among the living. http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/the-pessimists-fled-and-the-optimists-stayed-behind/
For our family there exists only one photograph from before WWII. That of my father and his cousin/fiancée, taken in their city of Lodz.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/may-their-memory-live-on-forever/
The French Philosopher Emmanuel Levinas and his notion of ethics and relation as determined by the encounter with the other comes to mind.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/in-poland-after-the-war-it-was-how-others-saw-us-and-not-how-we-saw-ourselves/
Out of Warsaw, with tradition and trauma. Deconstructive ‘faith’ argues that faith without critique amounts to unverified belief.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/deconstructive-faith-argues-that-faith-without-critique-amounts-to-unverified-belief/
My mother’s family in Warsaw after WWI observed strict Sabbath and celebrated all the other Jewish holidays, yet they dressed in the Western-European fashion.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/life-in-poland-after-wwi-orthodox-jews-and-poles-of-jewish-faith/
At the end of November of 1939, after traveling separately, my mother from Warsaw and my father from Lodz they had arrived in Bialystok.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/a-harsh-exile-in-russia-proved-to-be-for-polish-jews-the-answer-for-escaping-the-catastrophe-that-engulfed-europe-during-wwii/
What I remember most vividly from my childhood years after the war in Poland is how my mother always watched the door, always hopeful, never giving up that a loved one would enter, come back from the dead.
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/my-father-hid-behind-a-wall-of-silence-my-mother-did-not-stop-talking/
