World War II: Personal Narrative Of My Life

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

Gerda was 15 when she was moved into a ghetto called the Bielsko ghetto in 1939 ,September 1. Gerda had an older brother who was 19. But that changed when young men 16 and up had to sign up for the army. Now it was just Gerda and her parents. Then german fighter planes appeared overhead, causing people to flee the city. Her family remanded in the town. In the morning, she heard intense shouting and saw Nazi’s on motorcycles shouting “Heil Hitler”. One day women and men were separated and asked to be put in lines. Gerda was in the line with her mother and a guard asked her how old she was and she said, “18”. Then she was put in a truck a shouting at her mother to ask where she was going and her mother said she didn’t know. Gerda jumped out of the truck but a SS officer caught her and said to her that she was too young to die. Then she knew that her mother was going to die. After Gerda being moved into the ghetto she was deported in 1942 to work in a factory in Bolkenhain, Silesia. Besides the of all the labor and hunger there was caring caring between the inmates. A German supervisor, Mrs. Kugler, saved Gerda’s life because when Gerda got sick and the SS men had to inspected her to see if she should continue working or die. Mrs. Kugler helped her pass the Inspection by just letting her work and then rest again. She was moved to a camp called Marzdorf and spent three years there. It

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Roma Nutkiewicz’s book re-tells events of what she went through from her childhood, leading all the way up to the end of the Holocaust. Roma shares her personal account of what living in the Nazi-era was like. Roma explains how in her early years she was just like any other child. She never saw herself or her family to be different from other communities, because everyone surrounding her was Jewish. Until World War II started. Not to long after Germans started to move into Warsaw, Poland where she lived and everything in her life changed. In the beginning it started with curfews, then she needed her identification cards at

Well, after all it might be true, during World War || many Jews were going into hiding trying to survived, many did but also many didn’t. We went and decided to interview about three people that survived. From what we have heard and learned, they all experienced pain, fear, losing their families, houses, and sometimes forgetting their own name. They all have different stories but they’re somewhat related to each other, the stories are often heartbreaking, but demonstrating strength, hope, and the courage that it took to survive.

Some people may ask me why I am writing this now. Why I didn't tell everyone before. Well, I finally have an answer. I used to tell myself that nobody would believe me if I told my story, but the truth is... I wasn't ready to tell it. It's been 68 years and I'm still not ready. I can never forget what happened during the summer of 1943, and although I might try, a part of me doesn't want to let go... Not yet. I don't think I'll ever be ready to tell my tale, but this is a tale that needs to be told. My time is slowly coming to an end and I don't have much longer...so... here

“Discovering Dad.” Guideposts, vol. 71, no. 5, July 2016, p. 48. MasterFILE Premier, proxy.lib.wy.us/login?url=http://search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=f5h&AN=11 6404283&site=ehost-live. Accessed 16 Mar. 2017. Accession Number: 116404283; Issue Information: ; Subject Term: EDMONDS, Roddie; Subject Term: WORLD War, 1939-1945 -- Prisoners & prisons; Subject Term: PRISONERS of war -- History -- 20th century; Subject Term: ; Number of Pages: 4p; ; Document Type: Article; ; Lexile: 830; ; Full Text Word Count: 1630; A personal narrative is presented which explores the author's experience of discovering the experience of his father Roddie Edmonds, as an American prisoner of war in Stalag IX-A in Ziegenhain, Germany after the Battle of the Bulge in World War II, who protected Jewish-American prisoners of war.

Anger billowed up inside me and grew with every step I took. I headed home, hoping my parents would be upset for how the Jews were being treated. They never liked Hitler or the things he stood for, but they had never disobeyed the Nazis either. I resented them for not standing up to the Nazis. I hoped that after hearing this news, they would become outraged and try to help the innocent Jews. I had always thought to myself, that if I were ever in their shoes at this point in time, that I would at least try to help the Jews, and maybe even hide some of them.

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The personal history of each individual survivor as a victim of Nazi persecution, combined with memories of Nazi persecution and post-war adjustment, has created a group that has aged differently and has different, more acute, needs than other elderly. Holocaust victims are not merely a subset of the frail elderly. They are more likely than other elderly to be socially isolated and, as a result, are more likely to live in poverty and to be in poorer health. Indeed, the Holocaust victim’s poverty is often aggravated by non-existent or weakened familial and social support networks, as often there is no spouse or adult children nearby to provide financial and emotional support. Many victims who live on their own never married (or remarried) after the war.

Stage one, they were stripped of their citizenship and had the option of emigrating, stage two, they were forced into ghettos, and in stage three, the concentration camp, where Germans had tried to exterminate Jews from Europe. I guess you could say, most Germans could’ve seen this coming as it is kind of strange to force every single Jew out of their home into a camp. But this was simply horrifying, many Germans were clueless. Especially me. If only I could do something to help. If I knew I would at least try to help. If it weren’t for today and actually seeing for myself the conditions, I probably still wouldn’t believe this legacy, as boldly as I do

As Hitler’s policies began to take hold, many Jewish People (and Germans), refused to believe the reality of what was occurring around them. Some people left Germany, including the famous

Weeks later, tired, cold, and hungry the Jews and I used every ounce of energy to get up for roll call. As the officers were calling names, I noticed the new arrivals. One in particular stood out to me; her name was Izabella. She was with her father and a littler sibling, but I couldn’t tell if the child was male or female. After roll the guard demanded us to clean up the whole camp, including our barracks at once. After our rushed cleaning, orders were barked to get on the train. We were headed to Buchenwald. We were forcefully thrown in, and the train slowly started to crawl away. I looked over my shoulder to see my father, unconscious, on a pile of cold, dead Jews. As we sat in silence, a quiet whimper reached my ears, and when I turned

Karls family were troubled by the Nazi’s throughtout the text. Their troubles gave us an insight into what it was like to be a Jew in Nazi

My family was farmers in Northwestern Germany, I share my life with ten brothers and sister, I was the middle child and It same like my childhood when by fast. I was married at sixteen to men named Louise Muccioli. At first, life was good because we live nor my whole family. However, that was about to changes, at seventeen I had my first child and my husband father died leaving him the farm. Germany was going through a time of turmoil of 1848. My husband’s family farm has dwelt because the leader of the church said we were worshiping the “wrong” religion. Not only did it cause my family to be unsafe, additional they use their police power to made it hard for my husband to get supplies to run the farm. They were pushing us out by not having