My grandmother, Miriam Feuerstein, grew up in a small town called Svalyava in Czechoslovakia. She was born in the early 1900’s and lived there until 1944 when the Germans took over and she and her family were sent to Auschwitz concentration camp. She was there until she was finally liberated in April 1945. She was 75 pounds upon liberation and was taken to a hospital to get stronger. She and two of her brothers were the only ones who survived from her family. Her parents were killed in Auschwitz and another brother was shot and thrown into a ditch to die. She eventually found her younger brother after the war and they came to America.
Her older brother was in Vienna studying to become a Chazzan. He eventually went to Canada. My grandmother got married and had two children, my mother and my uncle. Unfortunately, she died before I was born. She was an amazing
woman who never lost faith in God and would tell herself while in the camp that if she survived she would tell the world what happened. She did keep her promise that she made in Auschwitz and told her story to anyone and everyone who would listen.