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Rosa
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| My
name is Rosa Faerman. My parents came from Slovakia and Hungary.
My Father immigrated to Argentina in 1921 because to come to
the USA you needed a sponsor, and South America had free immigration.
I was born April 22, 1925 in Argentina. After five years my
mother missed her family, and we all went back to Slovakia.
I went to school there until I was 14 years old. In 1939, jus
two weeks before WWII, we went back to Argentina. |
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leave Europe was difficult for Jewish people. Twice the officials
returned our papers so we could not leave. A cousin worked in
Budapest and he made us “deported passports,” so
we could travel. We saw the German Nazis advancing in Poland
and part of Czechoslovakia. We heard of people being taken to
Labor Camps. We were so innocent that we never believed they
would be killed and burned. I was a little girl, but I remember
everything that was happening. Most of my relatives perished
in the Labor camps. I was very lucky to leave in time. |
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Argentina, we lived well in Buenos Aires. We had a maid who
did all the housework. I met my future husband when I as 16
years old, and we were married when I was 18. I was happy and
had three daughters. All my girls were a blessing – good,
smart, beautiful, loving and caring. In 1956, we decided to
come to America. My girls were outstanding in school and I went
to night school to learn spelling, English Literature and American
History. I worked full time as a saleslady. In 1984 my husband
had a heart attack. A few months later, he died. |
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was alone one year when I met my second husband. He was a Holocaust
survivor. I was lucky to find a loving, caring man that made
my ten years worth living. He told me his sad experiences of
one year in Auschwitz. He was strong, young and loved life.
It was a miracle that he survived. No I am alone for six years.
My children and grandchildren are my support and my life. Three
years ago I started to go to a senior center. I get involved
in all the activities. I’m a volunteer in the ding room
and help always with the seniors. |
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| Three
months ago, a new teacher came to the center to show us a new
project about how to express some of our lie and the sad life
during the Holocaust. I’m not good at art. I love to cook,
bake, and sew. But the teacher, Andrea, and Liz gave me courage
to do what I can. In this group of seniors are very talented
people. It is good to keep us occupied and help others whenever
we can. |
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