Sunday, March 2, 2014
Olga's story
My mother Olga remembers these first days in March like if it was yesterday 1945, when half her village was killed and the village burning, survivors sent to different locations. I started this blog in 2009 with some of the details. And will be giving some details in future postings. today we are going to mass to remember those that fell.
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