looking for Selinger, part 3

Two weeks ago, my uncle Philip came to town. He is the last remaining member of my mother's family to have personal experiences of the war. He was there when my grandfather was making harnesses and saddles, he remembers the powerful Nazi who protected them, he was hidden by a succession of Polish farmers. Philip... Continue Reading →

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