By Craig Johns Jan and Alec, listening to the radio, heard the startling words that the Nazis had invaded Poland. Their faces turned blank. In a few minutes, Amelia, the wife of Jan, came into the cottage with a bundle of food under her arms. The first words she spoke were, “I know, Jan; I […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Judy Johnston I walked up the long, winding road that was so familiar and if it had not been for my rheumatism, I would have been able to take it quite well. It was a fall day and the leaves from the trees made a crinkly path as I walked toward my destination. I […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Joan Fishman Traveling through Germany just before the war—–Fear! Hunger! A quick glance around at the dinner table! “Is the maid here? Wait til she goes. We can’t talk now. Even the walls have ears!”—–Tinkling silver and sparkling crystal laid out and the meager amount of food that means the host’s ration of food […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Joan Stevenson The street was dark but calm, for once, as I walked home. It seemed that I had been walking for hours. Thinking it was no use, I entered the door. Mother was there to greet me when I arrived. I broke the bad news to her, but by now she […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Corny Clark When the Germans marched into “”just another town” in Norway, they made the usual rounds of all houses, newspaper offices, printers, etc. But they forgot to search the wine cellar of one innocent-looking house on a little back street. Down in this second cellar there was a nervous shuffling and a stifled […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Joanne Lindlof San stopped suddenly, cocked her head and listened. Yes, she was sure he heard it— the rustle of water coursing through some bushes. She looked to her left—nothing but the rocky landscape and a few stunted trees. The red-brown road stretched long miles before and beckoned her. But on the right was […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Gay C. Smart Get in line, Mister, Get in line. You’ll all get your bread. I don’t care if your son is dead— Get that child out of the way. Get I line, Ma”am, The doors open soon. You’ll all get your ration. Just be patient— The Fuehrer always gives you bread. Get in […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Dale Rowe Janette and Pieddre were listening to the news when suddenly a voice interrupted it and said, “Men of France, the Nazis have attacked us. Those under 30 years join arms and fight; other civilians to the coast. Janette and Pieddre lived in Straissburg, not far from the German border. Pieddre was too […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By G Will Brown The last wave of bombers had gone. The all-clear siren had blown, and all over Warsaw people flooded from the air-raid shelters. Jan, a youth of seventeen, peddled the two blocks to his home. “Evidently this section hasn’t been bombed tonight,” he thought to himself. He went around to the back […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Hannah Lengyel They had been a happy family, a very happy family, until the beginning of 1943. He was a doctor and she had been a social worker before she was married. They had met at the hospital where he was working. She was waiting for her best friend who was also an intern […]
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