Never Forget

From Poland hailed your Uncle Max, who in matters of manners was a bit lax, While from France came Aunt Belle, whom I thought was really quite swell. Next up from Russia was Cousin Boris, whom I always confused with Nephew Morris; And then from Germany came Aunt Gitel, whose fingers fairly flew o'er her fiddle. After that from Lita came Uncle Beryl, whose fistic prowess put enemies in peril. Of course, from Ukraine came Cousin Emma, whose soup was the crème de la crema. It's our duty to recall Uncle Saul, though no one knew where he came from at all And finally, from Prussia, poor Aunt Masha, who subsisted for years on potatoes and kasha. What's this? You say you don't know any of these relatives at all? Neither their names nor those of their children can you recall? Then furrow your brow and bestir your brain; just don't be appalled: Uncle Max may have been from Krakow, but his skeleton was prematurely interred by the Nazis at the death-camp of Dachau. Cousin Emma was from a wealthy family in Vizhnitz, though her fiery cremation was reserved for the ovens of Auschwitz. And pretty Gitel, who grew up in the small village of Dulmen, was gunned down in the caverns of Bergen-Belsen... So much for our family tree. Had grandpa not fled to America by sea, One of those dead branches above Would surely have been me. HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL DAY -- 73RD ANNIVERSARY -- APRIL 12, 2018 NEVER FORGET!