Personal Narrative: My Family Of Northwestern Germany

National Honor Society is a great opportunity for me to give back to the community. I am Marcel Kas and I am currently a sophomore (2016-2017). I was the president of NJHS in middle school (2014-2015). Through my first two years of high school I have been able to take honors and AP courses allowing me to have a GPA of 4.143. I am also involved in many after school activities. I am currently a part of the tennis team, German National Honor Society, and the Greenfield High School marching band. I also volunteer my time to my community. I always volunteer for Polish cultural events like Polish Fest, I volunteer at church by being a lector and by helping out the priest every Friday and Sunday by being an altar boy, I am in a choir, I babysit,

We lived in the ghettos for all of 2 weeks before we were taken to a camp. My family was split up so my mother, my sister, and I were together and my Father was alone. The work camps were terrible they forced us into hard labor my mother and I knew how to sew so we were put into a work group to sew up soldiers uniforms. I ber one day my mother pricked her finger and got blood on one of the uniforms she was beaten by an S.S officer and yelled at continually. If I ever made a mistake or did something wrong my mother would take the beating for me. I objected every time but she would never let anything happen to me. My older sister was not good at sewing but luckily was put near us she helped cook for everyone in the camp. I will always remember the day of the selection my mother was not chosen but I was my mother tried to talk me into believing that getting picked this time was good and that we needed to say goodbye because she was leaving. I knew the truth though. The next day an officer called out the names of the chosen people my name was called. We were told we were going to take a shower. When they stopped us we were in a big room I did not see any shower heads “Gas chamber” I heard someone mumble. I knew my last breath was going to be soon. All at once gaas entered the room coughing came from all around. I said my last goodbye and said a silent Kaddish for myself and the people I was with. I then took my final breath while many

I am Eva Rapaport . I was the only child . I was born to non-religious Jewish parents . I was born on October 27th , 1929 . My father was a journalist and my mom loved taking trips . I have a cousin that is two years older than me that I loved spending time with . FOUR MONTHS LATER , my dad was harassed by the Gestapo or the secret state police , that turned out bad . I was always getting called bad names by my best-friends because I was Jewish and I was different from them . My friends never wanted to be by me and they never wanted to talk to me unless they was criticizing me . They told people they couldn’t be around me .My parents soon said we had to escape , so , we eventually evacuated by trains . During my third grade year , there were

My family the Heintzelman family has lore that has come from our ancestry in Germany. Ancestry is a very important part of a person. Knowing who came before you can affect a person greatly. If someone knows the hard work that their ancestors did it can lead to a lot more humility for that person. No person gets to where they are in life without the hard work of the people that came before them, especially in America. Almost no one is a native of American which makes it a melting pot for all cultures, which means knowing your history is important. The hard work of my ancestors I feel is extremely important due to the story that surrounds the last name of Heintzelman. The story of the Heinzelmännchen, which originated in Cologne, Germany, was a legend about elves who would do the chores of the lazy townspeople. Every night when the townspeople went to sleep the Heinzelmännchens would come up to do that work that the townspeople had neglected to do (Kopisch and Thrlet). This was a myth that was started many years ago in Cologne but is still remembered today. The story of the Heinzelmännchens is commemorated in statues that stand in Cologne and through my last name. The story of the Heinzelmännchen has been passed down from generation to generation in my family, as the beginning of our last name and heritage. However, this is not the only way that lore is passed down, we have also passed down our history through our names, as many Heintzelmans have been named after

As a child, I grew up outside of Berlin, Germany. I lived on a small farm with my father, mother, two older brothers, and younger sister. My family was very close, and we spent most of our time together. We were happy, lived a simple life, and kept to ourselves. Nevertheless, when I was thirteen,

When it was 1944 I was 15 years old. When I was 15 years old, the Nazi soldiers rounded up all the jews including me and my family and then took us to a ghetto. Some of my friends were taken too. When we arrived, I noticed the ghetto had very tall walls that had broken glass on the top. After everyone was inside, the gates were closed which meant we couldn’t go out. Then we were taken to a little room that already had a family in it. It looked like they barely came too. The first few days they would give us a little bit of food and the conditions were not as bad. A few days later

Growing up in suburban Cincinnati, Ohio, I’ve spent most of my life surrounded by sameness. Everyone had the same skin color, the same religion, the same financial situations, the same interests, eventually people even started to look the same. While on the surface I seamlessly blended in with the others, there was something that separated me more than most would think. I was born into a Jewish family, and my mother instilled in my sister and I from a young age to be active in our religion. We went to sunday school for ten years and now are both assistants in the classes, we joined Jewish youth groups, we both had our Bat Mitzvahs and our Confirmation services, and I teach Hebrew to students weekly. Being a Jew has always been a constant in my life.

The last big thing that comes along with my German heritage is our character traits. My mother, brother, sister, and I all have blonde hair and blue eyes. However my father doesn’t have these character traits because my German heritage came from my mother’s side of the family. Germans are almost always on time. It is a common character trait that I have inherited. Germans are also normally a little bit taller. Although I am not too tall my mother is fairly tall and my sister is supposed to be quite tall when she gets

I grew up in Pelzer. All of my family went to church. Church feet good. The people were great. I remember thinking, "whatever these people have, I want". Jesus use the church to draw me to himself. I met Jesus at 8. Jesus saved me so young because he wanted me to lead my family to him.

Remembering my childhood will never be left to my withering memories alone. From the monstrosity that was the 8mm Sony Camcorder to the ease of the pocket size Nikon Cool-Pix, the camera has always been an everyday part of life for my father and I and there is an enormous Rodich Family archive to prove it. From my very first steps to the pumpkins carved a few weeks ago, my father has always been there to capture the moment. It is truly a gift to be able to have such an elaborate archive of my life growing up and I am incredibly thankful for my father’s dedication to documenting the times that have defined my character and made me who I am today.

I am a daughter of a of a mother named Mechtild of Merthein, and father, he was a knight named Hildebert of Bermersheina. I also had a brother named Hugo of Tholey. I was born on September 16, 1098 at Nohe Germany. I had a husband named Jermy McInerny . As a child, I was often too weak to walk and sometimes could not see. As an adult, I could be in bed paralyzed for days. At the age of 43, I said God told me to write down what I heard and saw , and for the first time revealed her visions to the world.I am remebered because I found 2 monasteries or buildings, went on 4 preaching tours. One of my famous quote is “I am the feather on the breath of God.

History is defined as the study of the science of humanity in the past. It's a broad subject that spans over countless people groups throughout the years that the world has been around. Even before the times we have written word history was still being made, and it is still extremely important. We tend to forget that in our average day to day lives we are still making history. That all over the globe everyone is taking part in what might be in a history book someday.

So I moved on while I was walking around the town an idea came to my head. I should start asking people questions about some of this stuff so I can learn more. The first person , was a young man my question was "How do you feel about the Germans ?" He answers "man those guys are disgusting and reckless!" The second person was a female I asked "Okay , so when they started coming in your home what was their actions ?" She replied " they actions was good at first bringing me flowers

What has to do with cold cheeks, warm blankets ,and a pot of hot chocolate? One thing I love to do is go to wisconsin with my family. Every year my mom, my dad, and I go to wisconsin the week before christmas. That weekend we have a family Christmas on my dad’s side of the family. It usually is a 3 hr drive for us to get there because we are the farthest away from wisconsin.(complex sentence) My dad’s side of the family all lives in chicago, so it only takes them an hour and maybe a half.(compound sentence)

Thank you for listening to me I felt more listened to today. I still feel I'm not listened to but maybe I'm just too "sick in the head" over everything.