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A review by leahegood
Sarinka: A Sephardic Holocaust Journey: From Yugoslavia To An Internment Camp in America by F. Linda Cohen
emotional
reflective
sad
medium-paced
5.0
Simply told but still powerful, this is a daughter's tribute to her parents, their story told in their own words.
Sarinka and Leon, Sephardic Jews from Yugoslavia, were married on the day Germany invaded their country. Their first years of marriage were spent fleeing for their lives and saying farewell to family members they would never see again. They became one of the 1,000 refugees brought to Oswego, NY ... the only European refugee group allowed into the United States during the war. This is their story.
I purchased this book, along with several others, from the Safe Haven museum. Well worth the read.
May we not forget to live--to embrace--the words engraved on one of our country's most famous landmarks. The words many of our own ancestors traveled past as they came in search of new opportunities. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Sarinka and Leon, Sephardic Jews from Yugoslavia, were married on the day Germany invaded their country. Their first years of marriage were spent fleeing for their lives and saying farewell to family members they would never see again. They became one of the 1,000 refugees brought to Oswego, NY ... the only European refugee group allowed into the United States during the war. This is their story.
I purchased this book, along with several others, from the Safe Haven museum. Well worth the read.
May we not forget to live--to embrace--the words engraved on one of our country's most famous landmarks. The words many of our own ancestors traveled past as they came in search of new opportunities. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”