In Germany, the same house remains in families for generations, handed down from parents to children. My mother’s childhood home, built in 1721, belonged to the family for over 200 years.
Restrictive policies on teardowns and renovations assure that houses do not change in appearance. Often, former Jewish homes serve as German memorials to those who once lived in them.
“I could never walk by your house without thinking of you,” a classmate told my mother when we visited Stockstadt.
She remembered my mother even after the house was demolished in the 1970s. The current owners, who inherited the residence from their father (a Nazi), fought to get a variance. “They couldn’t live with the memory of who once lived in it,” a German friend explained to me.