Marsha Lederman
Globe and Mail, May 13, 2022
“Margot died there, too. And I have always felt for Margot: her mark on history chiselled by a little sister’s critical pen. Through Anne, she has been presented to millions of readers as a quiet, somewhat intense, obedient, brainy, flawed young woman.”
When I was growing up, the most precious item in our Toronto bungalow was a rectangular green photo album, thick with black-and-white photographs. Two of these photos were particularly important: one, a group of female students posing for a school photograph. The other, two young friends, posing for the camera with their arms around one another.
In both of these photos was my father’s big sister, Devorah. The woman who never got to be my aunt.
Devorah was 24 when she was murdered in the gas chamber at Treblinka on Oct. 20, 1942, along with her parents, Moshe Aron and Sara Lederman. And her little brother, Isaac. A fate my father miraculously escaped.
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