Mary Louise Wells presents her novel – Good Town
It’s a family story of complicity — of how an educated, Christian man becomes a cog in the Nazi machine, which ravages his family and homeland while his wife and children bear the brunt of his choices.
Tracing my Parents’ Past Lives
“My mother always said that Sunday babies are destined to be lucky. This was certainly true for me, born in the United States in late 1939 to Jewish immigrants. My parents escaped from Nazi Germany. Thanks to affidavits from American cousins, my father arrived in New York 1936 and my mother followed in 1937.”
Religion and Identity: An exploration of what makes us who we are –and what makes someone else ‘the other’
“We are all shaped by the predominant culture of the places we come from. …Whether you consider yourself religious or not, you are invited to ponder for yourself: how does my upbringing shape my expectations–and fears?”
Oral History with Leticia Andreas-Wolf
Sunday, January 15, 2012
“My birthplace is Dresden, Germany, year 1965. Despite growing up for my first 10 years in the old East behind the Iron Curtain, my childhood was rather happy and carefree. A dramatic event in 1974 changed the life of my parents and me forever. In 1975, we were forced to leave East Germany for West Germany, and settled in Braunschweig, and later in Wunstorf, near Hannover.
An Evening with Frieda Gordon Dilloo
“I was born in 1939 in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, in southern Germany. For the first 7 years of my life my family lived in Namlos, a small, remote village high in the Tyrolean Alps. 13 houses, a dangerous road, not a single motorized vehicle in the village. By age six, I knew all about avalanches and haying, but little about life in the big city. Food was scarce anyway, but especially at the end of the War. But at least I didn’t have to run into bomb shelters every night like so many of my age-mates had to do if they lived in the cities.