Four pillars of the Museum
Bob, my husband of more than half a century, was born in Tsing Tao, China, of parents born in Harbin. I was born here in Sydney in the then-new King George V hospital, to parents from England. Despite both Bob and I being of Jewish descent, mercifully neither of us lost family or friends in the Holocaust, known to Jews as the Shoah.
My parents shielded me from knowledge of the suffering endured by the Jews of Europe, with one vehemently enforced law of the home – not a single thing made in Germany was to ever...
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