My Sister and I with My Grandparents
My Sister and I with My Grandparents

A long time ago my great grandparents in Poland, while being held in a Jewish camp, had gotten separated and lost contact with each other because of World War II. There was a building for refugees to write down their names so that their spouses could find them in Germany. My great grandparents wrote their names.They followed up by checking for their names. Unfortunately,they didn’t find their names in the book.They wrote their names again for the last time,but they didn’t,so they gave up.Just as they were walking out of the building they bumped into each other,and they kept walking without recognizing each other.Soon,my great grandmother realized that it was her husband and they embraced and never left each other again. 
My great grandparents went to a recovering camp for Jewish refugees in Germany where my grandfather was born. They came to America when my grandfather was 3 years old. Since they were Jewish they continued to follow Jewish traditions and holidays. Passover has taken a special meaning for our family since they were reunited. We play a game called dreidel,light the menorah,and exchange gifts
Hanukkah and Passover are important to me and my family because we travel to spend time with each other.During these moments we rekindle how my great grandparents met after a long separation.Our Holidays take on a special meaning for the entire family. I’m thankful that they were able to reunite, without them we wouldn’t be here.

Place(s): Germany, Poland
Year: 1940

– JM

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant