by Eva Metzger Brown

Recovering Memory

"Ail I knew was that I had a scar above my ribs that no one ever talked about."

At age 54, I attended my first Holocaust Survivor Reunion. Because I was a child of survivors, I was asked to be on a panel called “Second Generation Children of Holocaust Survivors.” I was also, however, a survivor myself, who had lived through what I had only heard my parents elliptically refer to as “terrible events” as a toddler. (I had emigrated to the U.S. at age 3, via Germany, France, Morocco and Martinique.) But because I had no memories of anything that had happened to me during those early years, I thought of myself only as a child of survivors. I also thought of myself as an American, not an immigrant. But an exchange during the conference radically altered these self-perceptions.

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