This past Sunday marked the beginning of the Jewish holiday, Hanukkah. Several years ago, the same time this year, when I was in seventh grade, a teacher came to talk to my class about the Holocaust. Her name was Mrs. Rose Sharon. She was an average sized woman, had short brown hair, always wore a skirt, and you couldn't always see her eyes because of the glare from her glasses. She is Jewish, as is her parents. Both of her parents were survivors of the Holocaust. Her mother recently passed at the time. I will never forget the stories that she told us and I wanted to share them with world.
Mrs. Sharon's parents both had families before the Holocaust. They met through mutual friends and
