I am the son of Holocaust survivors who suffered in silence about their pain and losses during the Shoah. Perhaps they were protecting me or protecting themselves, or both.
Growing up in Los Angeles among Polish and Yiddish-speaking families, I was unsure if I belonged in the "old" world, or "new". I began working when I was 12 and developed my competitive edge in sports. I owned a lighting business and now manage my properties.
My passion in life, volunteering to help the underserved, is inspired by the compassion my parents instilled in me for the less fortunate.
But something always gnawed at me deeply. I wanted to know who my grandparents, aunts and uncles were, an invisible wall separating my past from the present. I began building a family tree from a tiny twig.
My foray into the unknown led to an incredible journey: a plethora of information, new relatives, and a surprise that I invite you to discover with me. And I hope my experience inspires your own searches.
Photo: Among 3,000 graves in the Jewish Cemetery of Radomsko, Poland, Fred Zaidman found...well, wait and see.
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