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By fern | blog
My mother, Edith Schumer, was a Holocaust refugee who fled Nazi Germany as a 12-year-old unaccompanied minor. She never said a word about her past – even though the anguish and abandonment she felt in fleeing her village alone had defined her life. She lost everything in 1938: her home, her family, her language, her loyalties, her identity. The way she coped was to never speak of her early life, ...