By Cindy ChronisterInside the shadow box I carried to World War II Weekend are my grandparents’ passports, each stamped with a large red “J.” Beside them sits my grandfather’s reissued birth certificate, altered by the Nazi government, and an envelope marked geöffnet, “opened.” Nazi authorities had read that letter before my grandparents did. Years ago, my mother handed me a box filled with family letters and documents. At the time, I thought I had inherited a collection of papers. Instead, I inherited the story of my grandparents Karl and Mathilde Reiser, Austrian Jews who escaped Vienna in 1939, and of...
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