My Teachers Lounge Big Reveal. {And, Yes, There are Prizes Involved.}

My Teachers Lounge Big Reveal. {And, Yes, There are Prizes Involved.}

Teaching about the Holocaust through Skype

Dear Globaldreamers,
I am sharing my feelings about teaching a class about the Holocaust through Skype. The class is from Warsaw, Indianna, USA. It was an amazing experience for all of us.
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Dear Rick, Cindy and the Glass Class,
This is absolutely wonderful and I want to thank Rick, Cindy, Aleksa and the Glass Class for allowing me to join your classroom. I could see you and it made me very happy to see how attentative you all were and caring.
Modern technology has allowed us to come together in a special way, here I am in Israel more than six million miles away from you and I could spend an hour with all of you and teach you about such an important subject like Holocaust. I hope you will always remember to be good people. Reading about my Mom brought tears to my eyes. May God bless you all. I also wish the thank the principal for allowing such an incredible experiece to happen at your school.
Spreading friendship to classes around the world is something Sonia would have been proud of and all of you.
The world is a small place and a good place if we all try.
Shalom and best always with ♥
Marsha Goren
http://www.globaldreamers.org

Teaching the next generation Marsha Goren skyping from Israel to classes around the world, we will never forget!

In Memory of the one and half million children who perished in the Holocaust

Reading what Balram Kapoor wrote on the Holocaust Internatinal day brought tears to my eyes and I thank you so much for posting for the International Holocaust Memorial day in memory of the one and a half million children who could not speak on their behalf. The strong words at the end of this eulogy bring me the chills and I wish to relate. My mother Sonia Frenkel Welis had a number on her hand. When I was a young girl I did not really know the meaning of this horrible number, I asked her and at the time she did not speak about the Holocaust as she did not want to traumatize my sister Elaine or my brother Sid. She had tears in her eyes when she told me they branded her like an animal, cut her hair and pushed her into a shower.She was a young adelescent at the time and never forgot how humiliated she felt and how lonely she was. Then she looked at me with her wise and beautiful blue eyes and told me not to worry and that she would always take care of me. Now, let anyone try to tell me it did not happen that my mom Sonia Welis Frenkel was not a Holocaust survivor, then who am I? I am who I am and NO one can take that away for me. Mommy I miss you so much, may you rest in peace and know that your legacy lives on forever in my heart and in the heart of so many educators and children on our planet. I pray you are proud of me.

Marsha Goren - I am the daughter of a Holocaust survivor