Grandma Hana's poem written in Terezin in May, 1943. "We are chasing time...turning the wheel of history; the wounded ship moves through the fog....
Wild, beastly water came, only heavy stones remained; it took away the harvest and the barren field, and extiguished all flames..."
The flood has passed, it's a white morning....
Once I lose the last bit of bitter taste from the goblet, emptied to the bottom, with a smile on my lips I will come back to you, my native land.
Covers of Grandma Hana's booklets of poems written 1940-1945, some of them in Terezin.
Hana's ink drawing of the Terezin hospital.
They played/watched soccer here. Also lined up for reports and deportations.
My mom lived here for two and a half years. In the basement and in the loft, the famed music rehearsals and productions took place.
The trains to Auschwitz left from here.
Grandma Hana's Savings Book.
Grandma as an athletic teen (early 1920s?)
Known as the "ancestor" - this man was said by my mom and grandma to have been the Sephardic merchant from Amsterdam that came to Bohemia in early? middle? 1800s, married a Czech Jewish girl and stayed. His eyes follow you around the room!
Family heirlooms - not my family's, but from one Tomas Haas who brought it to my mom in 1968 before escaping to (West) Germany.
Jana Renee Friesova and Bretislav Hartl, maybe 1947?
Renuska - my mom. 1928
1924 - Grandma Hana at 23 years of age.
From Fez, Morocco.
Grandma Hana's various notebooks
Mother's book Fortress of my Youth, published by UWP, hard cover
Fortress of my Youth, soft cover
from brochure about my mom's lectures in Germany
record of my dad's journalism studies
my mother's book on yoga
cassette with an episode of my mom's program, leading yoga for seniors, on Czech national radio