Czech Mates: Holocaust Legacy (eBook, ePUB)
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"It is not enough to stare up the steps; we must step up the stairs."(Vaclav Havel. Czechoslovak President 1989-1992)Grandpa Weiss was born into tragedy. When he was just eleven days old, his father died in World War One. He then lost every relative he had in the Holocaust with the exception of two second cousins. Grandpa Weiss married Grandma Weiss (Sarlota, or Sari, Sharkany) right after the war. They met while hiding together for four months at the end of the war. Life at that point was all about rebuilding and rebirth. Having a child was a blessing, but again there was sadness when the new...
"It is not enough to stare up the steps; we must step up the stairs."
(Vaclav Havel. Czechoslovak President 1989-1992)
Grandpa Weiss was born into tragedy. When he was just eleven days old, his father died in World War One. He then lost every relative he had in the Holocaust with the exception of two second cousins. Grandpa Weiss married Grandma Weiss (Sarlota, or Sari, Sharkany) right after the war. They met while hiding together for four months at the end of the war. Life at that point was all about rebuilding and rebirth. Having a child was a blessing, but again there was sadness when the new family was forced out of Slovakia due to the communist takeover in 1949. For a quiet man who liked routine, leaving the old country was difficult. He found success on all fronts in Israel and then in the United States, but he was forced out of his physical and emotional home, never to return. There was an undercurrent of sadness to Grandpa Weiss's life. When he retired in 1981, I think he took a deep breath and finally had a chance to play back the events of his challenging life. As his job as a dental technician ended, I think more unhappiness set in. He had time to think about the people he had lost and how much his life had been affected by things completely out of his control. As a young boy, however, Grandpa Weiss had two goals: to see the ocean and to live to see the year 2000. He did both and a whole lot more even though there was an undercurrent of sadness.
Grandma Weiss was totally satisfied with who she was, what she accomplished and what she believed in. I was in awe of the way she did things, especially how she accomplished her tasks with creativity and absolute pinpoint perfection. Her journey began right after the turn of the century half a world away. As the youngest of eight children, she helped her mother keep order at home. Outside of the house she was a diligent student who enjoyed the small pleasures of her quiet life in a midsize Slovak town. Her world was destroyed during the Holocaust. Restoring order would be her life's work for the next fifty-seven years. She began again in three different settings with dignity, class and her self-assured nature. There was something special about Grandma Weiss. My sister and I would joke around and call our other three grandparents by their first names from time to time. But not Grandma Weiss. We respected them all, but she carried herself with a sense of class and formality that we recognized from an early age. Every day of my life I am helped and guided by the lessons she taught and the traits she unrelentingly exhibited.
From the time she broke her hip in in March of 2001, Grandma had one health issue after another. During these months, I spent a lot of time with her. I had the opportunity and foresight to ask her everything I wanted to know. It was an amazing learning experience to spend this time with the smartest person I have ever met. I was getting to hear all about her ninety-six years, every theory, thought and opinion from the person who truly had more of life's answers than anyone.
This book tells the whole-life story of my grandparents, Tibor and Sarlota Weiss
(Vaclav Havel. Czechoslovak President 1989-1992)
Grandpa Weiss was born into tragedy. When he was just eleven days old, his father died in World War One. He then lost every relative he had in the Holocaust with the exception of two second cousins. Grandpa Weiss married Grandma Weiss (Sarlota, or Sari, Sharkany) right after the war. They met while hiding together for four months at the end of the war. Life at that point was all about rebuilding and rebirth. Having a child was a blessing, but again there was sadness when the new family was forced out of Slovakia due to the communist takeover in 1949. For a quiet man who liked routine, leaving the old country was difficult. He found success on all fronts in Israel and then in the United States, but he was forced out of his physical and emotional home, never to return. There was an undercurrent of sadness to Grandpa Weiss's life. When he retired in 1981, I think he took a deep breath and finally had a chance to play back the events of his challenging life. As his job as a dental technician ended, I think more unhappiness set in. He had time to think about the people he had lost and how much his life had been affected by things completely out of his control. As a young boy, however, Grandpa Weiss had two goals: to see the ocean and to live to see the year 2000. He did both and a whole lot more even though there was an undercurrent of sadness.
Grandma Weiss was totally satisfied with who she was, what she accomplished and what she believed in. I was in awe of the way she did things, especially how she accomplished her tasks with creativity and absolute pinpoint perfection. Her journey began right after the turn of the century half a world away. As the youngest of eight children, she helped her mother keep order at home. Outside of the house she was a diligent student who enjoyed the small pleasures of her quiet life in a midsize Slovak town. Her world was destroyed during the Holocaust. Restoring order would be her life's work for the next fifty-seven years. She began again in three different settings with dignity, class and her self-assured nature. There was something special about Grandma Weiss. My sister and I would joke around and call our other three grandparents by their first names from time to time. But not Grandma Weiss. We respected them all, but she carried herself with a sense of class and formality that we recognized from an early age. Every day of my life I am helped and guided by the lessons she taught and the traits she unrelentingly exhibited.
From the time she broke her hip in in March of 2001, Grandma had one health issue after another. During these months, I spent a lot of time with her. I had the opportunity and foresight to ask her everything I wanted to know. It was an amazing learning experience to spend this time with the smartest person I have ever met. I was getting to hear all about her ninety-six years, every theory, thought and opinion from the person who truly had more of life's answers than anyone.
This book tells the whole-life story of my grandparents, Tibor and Sarlota Weiss
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