Author Archives: yag

As part of the events during the trip, we had a tolerance event at a church that had been built on the ruins of a synagogue. This was my mother’s speech.   I, Miriam Meisels Griver, returned to Passau (Pocking) … Continue reading →

In the year 1938, my parents were married in Budapest. Like any other new couple, my parents, Yehuda and Sara Meisels were looking forward to a blessed future not imagining that t e world around them is about to turn … Continue reading →

On Friday night in Passau we had the first Shabbat dinner there in many years in the city hall. It’s an interesting place – with the ceiling painted in scenes from which the stories that Wagner gained inspiration from in … Continue reading →

Woke up around 7:30 and had breakfast. Began writing this document and transferring photos to the computer. Had a scare when the power caused this computer to make a bad sound and shut down. Left the computer alone, put in … Continue reading →

Here are some links that I’ve found about the trip and the memorial: The Mayor of Passau’s speech (German) An article about the Children’s Memorial and my Grandfather’s memorial A fund raising call for building the Children’s Memorial – includes … Continue reading →

Pocking and my grandparents’ old house Ami and I (we were sharing a room, as were Mom and Yehudit) woke up around 7:30am, showered, dressed and waited for our mothers, and headed down for breakfast around 9am. At 10:30, with … Continue reading →

Munich Landed at the airport around 7am Munich time, walked from Terminal One to Terminal F which is exclusively for El Al. It seems to be an old original terminal – separated from the rest and guarded more carefully by … Continue reading →

This was posted on the Remember the Women Institute’s website before the event: Anna Rosmus, an Advisory Board member of Remember the Women Institute, is organizing a 60th Anniversary of the Liberation of Germany along the Danube River by General … Continue reading →

After the war, when my grandfather was placed as one of those working to find homes for the refugees and as Rabbi in Pocking, a man came saying he was going to head to Budapest. My grandfather asked him to … Continue reading →