“ Growing up German Catholic, I can honestly say I had heard of the Holocaust, but never really learned about the Holocaust. I attended private Catholic schools and lived in a predominately German community in South St. Louis, MO. I recall bits and pieces of prejudicial conversations around the family lunch table that were deeply troubling to me, even as a young child. It wasn’t until my mid-thirties that I fully understood the meaning of the Holocaust, when I visited the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C., with my husband and children. For me, this experience was truly life–changing.”

– Dee Dee Simon

“ I am Jewish and my mother often read and spoke about the Holocaust in our home. My father was a cantor, a clergy member who filled diverse roles within the Jewish community. As a young child, I attended Epstein Hebrew Academy before transferring to the Ladue School District. I understood that if my grandmother had not fled Ukraine when she did, I would likely not be alive today. In another time and place, Dee Dee and I, as a German Catholic and a Jew, would not be married.”

– Eliot Simon