Category Archives: Family

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 →

My grandfather was lucky in many ways (strange ways, to be sure, but still lucky). He was in Auschwitz. When the allies bombed the railway stations near Passau, he was sent to Buchenwald to help rebuild. He was close to … Continue reading →