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Memories have colors. Everything before the war I remember in motion. It moves and changes colors. The colors are mostly bright. But, the war, the orphanage, it all becomes still, and the colors turn gray....
...And then my mother located me and came to the orphanage. It was completely unexpected. What joy! I run to Mama. I open the door and there stands a ... (continued in comment)

Such ab incredible account of oral histories. I love how the collection was captured from an area of Europe that was affected by the War that most histories don't touch base on. Well documented

I often hear people say "my mother" or "my father." I don't understand. Why "mother" and "father," as if they were strangers? It should only be "Mama" and "Papa." And if mine were alive, I would call them "Dear Mama" and "Dear Papa." Those are golden words.

--Ira Mazur, 5 years old when she watched her mother die by a Nazi bullet; she also lost her father to the Nazis.