work in progress

In My Mother's Footsteps







Four Generations








gallery one | gallery two



I never knew my grandparents, either on my father's side or my mother's. Most of my extended family members perished in the Holocaust. Therefore, I grew up as a transplant in Israel (like most of my generation of post world war II Europeans), without my grandparents or great-grandparents. As a child and as an adolescent, I always wanted to know what it felt like to know and live with my parents' parents and their parents. I still do.

Fewer and fewer families live in the same house and it is getting harder and harder to find such continuity. The younger generation is leaving for the big cities or going abroad; and the harder it becomes to find families that are living in such a way, the more important it becomes to preserve what there is and what we can learn. This is important on many levels, both in the local community preserving the memories and internationally by reminding us of what we have forgotten or have never experienced, of where we have come from and what has made us who we are.