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Uncle Georges |
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Uncle Georges and Aunt Regina |
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When he left to America, my mother wasn't born yet, but when he died she cried so much that her tears dried off and never fell again for the rest of her life. |
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Leila Richa |
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In my childhood I have always been amazed by the immigration of my uncle George and aunt Regina, the family used to call « Roogina ». How could my so affectionate grandparents, as described to me, bear the departure of their children, knowing they will never see them again. I was often told that in those days there was war and misery, but it never meant anything to me until I witnessed war and misery. |
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Aunt Regina with her son John's family |
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She was fourteen when she left the village in a boat to the U.S.A. My mother was then four years old. When I visited her in St Louis in 1976, about sixty years later, she told me that until now, when she dreams at night it's always about Aitanit ! |