Sonia Warshawski was born in 1925 in eastern Poland. During her teenage years, she survived three death camps: Majdanek, Auschwitz-Birkenau, and Bergen-Belsen. At Majdanek, through a peephole, she caught the last glimpse of her mother as her mother went to the gas chambers. Sonia was fifteen years old. One day at Auschwitz-Birkenau, to avoid being sent to the chambers, she hid in a pile of discarded prisoners’ clothes, holding her breath as guards poked the pile with their rifles. At Bergen-Belsen, as the British were liberating the camp in April 1945, she was shot through the shoulder. “I thought I was going to die,” she told me.
Today, at 93 years old, Sonia lives and works in Kansas City, running a tailor shop she opened with her husband some 38 years ago. She works six days a week.
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Robert "Bob" Leaf, 87, former international CEO at PR firm Burson-Marsteller.
Some people need the past to be tangible. For them, the past doesn't just disappear into nothingness. It stains every object they encounter.
We're temporal beings, and our identity is constantly being shifted and affected. Collectors find Time's attack on their identity distressing, so they fight back by shrouding themselves with mementos, hoping to keep their identity intact and accessible.
For the collector, the past is not something to forget or to let go. The past is a companion. It's a friendship worth preserving.
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My fifteen-year-old nephew has always wanted to visit New York City. After the sunset on Day One, we sat down and had a riveting interview about his experience.
What did you think New York City was going to be like? Fun.
What did you think of Chinatown? I thought it was cool.
What did you think of Times Square? There were a lot of people.
What did you think of the subway? It was not as dirty as I thought it would be.
What’s your overall impression after day one? I like it.
I think tomorrow will be cool too.
Day Two. We are using our words (sort of).
What was your favorite part of today and why was it your favorite? The 9-11 Museum. I learned a lot of things I didn’t know about before, like the fact that you could see the smoke from space.
What do you think of the food at NYC Diners? It was actually really good. The sausage isn’t as good as the sausage in Texas, but the pancakes were really good.
How did you feel when you were at the top of the rock? I’ve never really seen anything like that before.
Yeah. Is that it? That’s it.
What did you think about the Italian food in Little Italy? It was great, other than the stomachache I had afterwards.
Overall impressions of day two… Today was probably better than yesterday. It was a great day. I like it here in New York so far.
Any other remarks? No.
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Tell me about the MET.
What about it?
Was there a part of the museum that moved or excited you?
I liked the graffiti from the 1800s on the Egyptian tombs.
How did you like the Broadway play?
It was actually pretty good. Better than I thought.
Overall remarks about your first time in NYC.
I thought it was a great experience. There are a lot of cool things that I’ve never done before and a lot of cool things I’ll probably never get to do again, maybe. I really liked the food and the places and some of the people. I had a great time.
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When Photographer Mary Beth Koeth first moved to Miami Beach, her daily bike commute took her up and down Washington Avenue, where she passed the Eighth Street bus stop. There, around the same green bench, a group of men and women congregated. Buses came and went, but the people stayed, watching the neighborhood like a close game of tennis. A bench regular named Julia, the only one that spoke English, told Mary Beth, “No, we’re not waiting for the bus. We live in the retirement home here, and this is where we meet.” Every day for the next month, Mary Beth snapped pictures while the people gossiped in their backyard. Mary Beth realized that pockets of familiar faces are what make a city feel like home, and she is happy to share this series of familiar faces, the People of the Eighth Street Bus Stop.
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Throughout my travels, I've noticed that the collection of men that live in a city serve as the perfect description of what that city is like. Meet my Miami Boyfriends.
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I was born in Holly Hill, South Carolina, on July 25, 1957. My family moved to Florida in 1967 for a better life. I continued to live with my grandparents until 1969, when I moved in with my mother and sisters. I found it different living with them because I had always lived with my grandparents, and it was a big adjustment for me.
My dreams and hopes were to be a “funny girl” or a comedian, but then I suffered a spinal cord injury. That’s when my life took a turn. I took that as an opportunity to be different from everybody else. At the same time, I did not let my injury change who I was. I’m still the same confident and sassy woman, and I don’t let sadness or depression overtake me.
In 1984, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Yolanda, who was named after a woman I met while I was doing my rehabilitation at Jackson Memorial Hospital. I saw her and thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen who was in a wheelchair. At the time, I didn’t understand why we did not speak the same language because I was so young, but I admired her confidence… I could feel her confidence even though I couldn’t talk with her.
My greatest supports in life, and especially after my injury, have been my mother and sisters. They are strong women because of me. I say that because they saw my struggle and didn’t let it get them down.
“Never underestimate your strength, never overestimate your weakness.”
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Around the eastern slopes of Mount Kenya, a 92-year-old man named Japhlet Thambu has a tea farm. I had the opportunity to visit his farm with my friend and colleague, Laura Lee Huttenbach, who has written Mr. Thambu’s biography, forthcoming from Ohio University Press in Fall 2014. In the 1950s, Mr. Thambu (aka “the General”) led an uprising against British colonial rule that became known as the Mau Mau Rebellion. The fight eventually led to his country’s independence, which just celebrated its fiftieth anniversary while we were there on December 12th.
As Laura Lee conducted interviews, I documented the General’s home and surrounding areas for the book. The images I captured in Meru, Kenya did not conform to the portrayal of Africa I had seen in Western media. The stories I heard from Mr. Thambu and Laura Lee were equally unfamiliar. The landscape was lush, wet, and colorful. Every home offered us tea and food. People’s hospitality and hard work were just two of their greatest, yet most common, virtues. Through writing and photography about this place, Laura Lee and I hope to add another layer to the international dialogue surrounding Kenya and, by extension, Africa.
My Grandmother, 98 years young
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