As Baby Boomers I can imagine you had some of the experiences I had back in the 50s when walking into a room of our parents and grandparents, and other elders, and hearing smatterings of Yiddish that abruptly stopped when the kinder appeared.
Suddenly the conversations turned to the new butcher on Fairfax Avenue, the current gossip about cousin Fay’s fiancé or the price of white fish. It didn’t take long to realize the words spoken, whether in English or Yiddish or Russian, were not for the young. Only a handful of time had passed since WWII ended, our dads were home from the front and the actual horrors of the Holocaust were just being told.
The bottom line: No one told us much. The adults continued to whisper and cry, pound their chest, look shell-shocked and keep information out of the ears and hearts of the children. How many of us didn’t learn about the Holocaust till junior or high school? I don’t remember any Sunday School teacher teaching a lesson on what went on in Europe during the War. What I do remember is one, 1, paragraph, short paragraph, with the bolded heading of The Holocaust in a history book in high school. I can still see it on the right side of the page, at the bottom, the last few lines. I can recall it all these years later because I have never forgotten the brief explanation of one of the most horrific pieces of world history.
Back then, in the years we Baby Boomers were growing up, Europe, Africa, the North and South Poles, the Middle East, even Israel, who had just become a state, were really FAR away. I didn’t know people who took summer vacations to these places. It was unheard of! Summer vacations were in the Catskills, Palm Springs, Florida, the Jersey Shore, Las Vegas, the beach.
But not today. In the age of our grandchildren growing up, the 20th/21st Century, the world has grown smaller. In an instant, in real time, they can have an aerial view of the street where grandma and grandpa live 3000 miles away. They can see the waves on oceans 10,000 miles away. They can talk to you while they are thousands of miles away on their vacation. They can see, in the moment, tragedies happening around the world or in their own neighborhoods. The world sits in the palm of our hand.
We now have the ability to view, share, talk and discuss the Breaking News, as it happens, with our grandkids. And that is hard. And do we want to? We ask ourselves:
Do they need to know all that is happening in today’s world? Do they need to bear witness to the injustices, the vicious views and acts of others? Do they need to hear rhetoric that is repulsive and disgusting? Do they need to see our world share in common grief and confusion? Should they march, demonstrate and mourn with strangers?
Do they need to know the difference between REAL NEWS and FAKE NEWS? Do they need to know what the dignity of a president should look like? Do they need to know how our government should be working for us? Do they need to know they must have a voice for our democracy? Do they need to know our country is worth fighting for? Do they need to know what you have contributed to preserve our freedom?
YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Why? You may ask, they are only children.
SO THEY NEVER FORGET!
As a Baby Boomer Bubbe who still feels 18 but has four grand kids to prove this is the 21 Century, Sandra writes to leave a legacy for the next generations. Her belief that these precious kids need to know their cultural and family’s past in order for them to live their future is all the muse she needs!
She has a Master’s Degree in Psychology and Cross Cultural studies, has written a family history, personal memoir and is completing her first novel.
Her grandmother’s journey to America and life is her source for her deep belief and love for Judaism.