Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life. — Fern Schumer Chapman, Motherland: Beyond the Holocaust: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Reclaim the Past
Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life. — Fern Schumer Chapman, Motherland: Beyond the Holocaust: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Reclaim the Past
Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life. — Fern Schumer Chapman, Motherland: Beyond the Holocaust: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Reclaim the Past
Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life. — Fern Schumer Chapman, Motherland: Beyond the Holocaust: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Reclaim the Past
Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life. — Fern Schumer Chapman, Motherland: Beyond the Holocaust: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Reclaim the Past
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Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life.

— Fern Schumer Chapman, Motherland: Beyond the Holocaust: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Reclaim the Past
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