Your poem really epitomizes the feeling I had at the Yiddish book center in Amherst, MA, looking through Yiddish plays and sheet music and knowing that I held something that was once vital and everyday which had accidentally become hallowed and fleeting.

Thank you for writing this and for sharing the glorious pictures. I am amazed that I've never seen those, given the depth of my high school age obsession with WWII primary sources, particularly about the holocaust.

May we all remember as clearly, and with as much depth, but perhaps more understanding in 50 years.