Last night, I attended a dinner party hosted by one of my guy friends. Even went to the grocery store with him to buy all the ingredients for the dinner that he was planning for a group of us. And, then, to my surprise, one of the dinner guests arrived and went straight to work in the kitchen whipping up a nice meal for all 8 of us by herself! Don’t think Martha Stewart would have approved of this arrangement. I felt guilty and tried offering my help in the kitchen but was kicked out when I wasn’t chopping the parsley correctly.
This afternoon, I made a special trip to the city to visit the Sydney Jewish Museum. Learned about early Australian Jewish history. I was surprised to see that the early settlers of Australia (convicts) were sentenced to live in Australia for petty things like stealing a laundry basket full of clothes, panhandling, and even stealing a woman’s nightgown! The first floor of the museum was mostly about Jewish history and culture. Was neat because memories from my childhood would flood back as I passed by certain items like the torah, the Sabbath table, the Menorah, the Huppha etc.
The next couple of levels were all about the Holocaust from its beginnings to the end, the victims, and the survivors. I think the most difficult thing of it all for me to get through was browsing through the children’s memorial. They were so innocent and powerless and had not even lived their lives and it was all taken away from them for reasons they probably could not even comprehend. They and everyone else will always be remembered.
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