My most vivid memories of time spent with my father are of the long walks we used to take surrounded by bulrushes and songbirds.
Both the director and her assistant are friendly but skeptical as they study the document I’ve spread out before them. “You can’t get very close to the site with a car.” We talk. We weigh possibilities, and then we part for lunch. The museum women have made some calls and drawn on local knowledge.For me, it serves as proof of how much I still do not know. Hand-drawn in ink, my Newtown map measures almost one square meter.A friend found it while digging in the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, DC, and sent me a digital file.They agree to help me find the mass grave beyond the map’s edge. But after her arrest, he escaped to the safety of the West, by luck and through cunning, with his children.Every family tells its children the story of who it is. Our job, as kids growing up in Canada in the 1970s and ’80s, was to learn this story and remember it.
From the various languages that are now or were once spoken there, its moniker translates as Newtown.