Somehow, M's alum group in San Francisco found him and sent a mailer for an unusual event. It was a screening of a film in which one of the last Auschwitz survivors walked the camp with two teen girls who were about the age she was when her family was taken to the camp. Her name was Kitty . . .
I wouldn't have minded, really, it would have been fun--but no, we didn't make it. We did get to watch the Family Simon show us the making gingerbread process, as well as a nifty trick to making an Advent wreath. We had Papa Simon, Grown Son Simon, and I think the Advent wreath maker was . . .
M didn't want to go to the Nazi Rally Grounds or Courtroom 600, where the Nuremberg trials were held. He said he didn't want another reminder of the Nazi atrocities, but my position was different. The idea of spending an afternoon with a historian, talking about the trials and actually visiting . . .
