Media Coverage for Allison Nazarian and Aftermath

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  • Details about the book
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Speaking / Program Ideas

Allison is available to speak to your group or organization about AFTERMATH by phone, video and/or in-person.

Subjects/topics covered can include:

  • Who are the Grandchildren of the Holocaust?
  • Healing From Family Trauma: A Granddaughter’s Perspective
  • The Gifts of the Tragedy
  • How Different Are We? (Hint: We Aren’t!) From Food to Stuff to Families

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If you’d like to talk with Allison about speaking at your event, meeting, or program, please fill out the contact form and we will be in touch very quickly.

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In this sample chapter, you will:

  • Meet Allison’s maternal grandparents, Bubby and Zeidy
  • Learn the context of their place in history
  • See Allison’s family tree
  • Be inspired by Allison’s journey to writing this book
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Photo Gallery: Images featured in Aftermath

  • Bubby and Zeidy with their daughter, my mom, in the late 1940s.

  • Can you imagine surviving what they survived and living to see a grandchild born? Me, at five-months-old, with my grandparents in November 1971.

  • My Zeidy, front and center between the two women, leading a post-war Zionist parade ca. 1946.

  • The Activist

  • This is the first of two photos showing the rubble and all-around destruction in Germany toward the end of the war. This clean-up was the type of work that, while grueling, saved Bubby and the other women like her who were, by a miracle, plucked from certain death at Auschwitz.

  • This is the second of two photos showing the rubble and all-around destruction in Germany toward the end of the war. This clean-up was the type of work that, while grueling, saved Bubby and the other women like her who were, by a miracle, plucked from certain death at Auschwitz.

  • This is the only surviving prewar photo of anyone from Bubby’s family. This is a passport photo of her father, Aaron. As the war drew closer, he tried to get himself and his family out of Poland and to Palestine (Israel). He was too late and never able to leave, but his passport application and its accompanying photo survived. Bubby enlarged this photo and framed it, and it hung prominently in all of her homes for her entire life.

  • Bubby, in her first few years in America.

  • Me around four-years-old doing my favorite thing: Playing “office” at Bubby’s. I would set up a “TV table” with all of my office supplies and keep myself occupied for hours doing transactions and organizing my workspace.

  • With their only child at her wedding, 1970.

  • This photo is a relatively recent find for me. It shows my parents and my grandparents at Mom and Dad’s 1970 wedding. As of 2016, all four of these souls have passed on. I miss each one so very much. I hope so deeply that they are proud of me. There is something so pure and joyful about this photo. It now sits in my office where I can see it (and they can all watch over me) every day.

  • Zeidy taking a quick break at his Rodman’s job. The sweetest man you would ever meet.

  • At an exhibit on the Lodz Ghetto at the Yad Vashem museum in Jerusalem, Israel, I walked into a room where a video was playing and noticed my grandmother appearing in it! To this day, it blows my mind. The voiceover narration in the subtitle across the screen: “Whoever did not work was sent to his death.” Bubby was a very skilled seamstress throughout her entire life, and I am certain her skills helped her survive as she did.

  • Mom and Bubby on a trip to Germany in 1991.

  • Bubby speaking at the UJA (United Jewish Appeal) headquarters in New York City where I worked in the mid-’90s.

  • At another speaking engagement, telling her story.

  • Speaking at the White House, 1998.

  • This jar sits in my office, where I am inspired by it every day. Bubby’s note reads: “Fraction of the monument in Obernheide near Bremen [Germany]. One of the camps I was incarcerated.” This is a gift that reminds me of where my cells have been and what was overcome so that I could be here today. Silly complaints and daily nonsense pale in comparison to what this piece of rock represents.

  • Thank you notes from teenagers who heard Bubby speak at various events.

  • One of many student reports on Bubby.

  • School newspaper article on Bubby.

  • One of many articles about Bubby’s experiences.

  • German newspaper coverage of Bubby and her “girls” being honored in Bremen in 1991. Bubby is in the photo, left side, eight ladies back.

  • Let me tell you about this Composition Book. I think it was surgically attached to Bubby for decades. It went everywhere with her. It probably should have been the cover of this book. Her life story is contained within this notebook, and she shared it willingly and bravely with thousands over the years. A treasure I will keep with me until my last day on this Earth. I love how she filled out the front with “Holocaust” as the subject. On the right is the first page of her speech/story.

  • Health records for three new Americans: Mom, Zeidy, Bubby.

  • Identification Cards from the U.S. Holocaust Museum in Washington, DC. Many adults and teens from all over the world walked through the museum “as” one of my grandparents. They were both so young in these photos.

  • Congratulating me on my move to Florida, 1998. “I hope and pray for your move. I am sure you’ll make it more than allright [sic]. I wish you all the best of luck. Your loving Bubby who adores you very much.”

  • One of my favorites. Bubby wrote me notes, letters and cards for every occasion and milestone. This note was related to a new office: “Dear Alkele, I couldn’t get a card for you so excuse me for writing on this little paper. I want to wish you a lot of luck in your new office. Hope that soon you get to move in to the big buildings in downtown and have a very large office. Maybe you’ll get a partner? So I wish you to get big and biger [sic]. Much Love Bubby”

  • “Because of belated date I am sending two cards. Funny ha! But I wish you all the best. Be a happy mother for years and years. I love you so much Bubby.”

  • Dear Allie, How are you? I would like you to come to the beautishop [sic] with your mom and me tomorrow morning. It will be a lot of fun. We’ll eat in the eatery and then we’ll go to buy a gate for Erica and maybe something for you. Please tell me if you agree. Write me a letter. Your Bubby – I love you very much”

  • Our family was included in a 1981 Washington Post story about Holocaust survivors and their families entitled, “Holocaust Heirs.” This article coincided with the time that the second generation began developing its voice and coming into its own. Although I hated my itchy wool sweater with all of my heart, I adore this photo for many reasons.

  • Bubby and I at her last Passover, 2007.

  • My sister, Erica, and I with Bubby at her Bethesda, Maryland, apartment not long before she moved away to Florida. She loved dressing for a special occasion.

  • Always dressed to the nines.

  • Another favorite I will keep with me until my last day: Here I am videoing my grandmother as she describes her arrival to Auschwitz, the most evil place on Earth.

  • With my grandparents on my Bat Mitzvah weekend, 1984.

  • Bubby, Mom and I with newborn Erica (1977). We are topped off by my canopy bed cover, sewn by Bubby, of course.

  • This is the kind of thing I have been surrounded by my entire life. Relatively recently, I found several encyclopedia-like volumes of books on Bergen-Belsen. Bubby had paper-clipped several comments like this one throughout the book. On one page with a gruesome photo of rows and piles of women’s corpses, she had written, “I was walking just next to these corpses. I was there I saw it.”

  • Another favorite. Here I am, with a very pregnant Mom, in front of our first house in Potomac. My dress made by Bubby.

  • Mom, Bubby and I at my engagement party in 1995

  • The beautiful and creative clock decorated with Bubby’s buttons and hanging in the Space of Mind Schoolhouse in Delray Beach, FL.

  • My graduation from Penn, 1993.

  • At the bris, or Jewish circumcision ceremony, of her first great-grandchild, 1998.

  • Bubby with her granddaughters at Erica’s wedding, 2003.