A memory from childhood. Visiting the cemetery to put flowers on my grandfather's grave. It was a sunny day. We walked past the Garfield memorial and there were some special flower arrangements and displays. My mother looked, turned her head away. Almost seemed to shudder. "What are all those things about?" I asked her. I could tell she really didn't want to tell me. And then, hesitating, she told me a very carefully worded story about Germany. And Hitler. And what happened to the Jewish people during the war. I felt a chill of dread come over me. More than anything, the sight of my mother being afraid to tell me about something was the most terrifying of all. How horrible it must be if my mother shrank from naming it: Holocaust. For years I had nightmares about that day. We walked past the displays, and the small groups of people who had come to show their respect. There was a placard that read, "Never again." My mother said, "We can'...
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