GRANDMOTHER’S LAMP
Reflections on the Holocaust by Axel J Anders
Christmas Season was a special time at Grandmas.
Often I would stop by after school, throw my bicycle against her rosebushes, run to her upstairs apartment anticipating being welcome in her strange dialect and by a host of aromas that were unmistakably Grandmas.
There were many heirlooms that she had brought with her from back east; Grandpas paintings fascinated me the most, and I definitely had my sights and hopes set on one of his quaint pocket watches, alas, never to be realized. Grandpa’s paintings were all of landscapes and buildings that once had been their “Heimat”, their homeland Schlesia, now fallen in the hands of the “damn Bolsheviks”, as Grandma would put it. Continue reading ‘Grandmother’s Lamp’
