The daughter of survivors, I have been hearing Holocaust stories since the time I could hear. My parents’ stories, also set in Poland (Tarnopol & Oswiecim), are remarkably similar to the events depicted in Georgia Hunter’s, We Were The Lucky Ones. The difference, however, is in this particular family’s fortune to survive… intact! A brilliant narrative and haunting retrospective, We Were The Lucky Ones transported me to a place and time, connecting me with the stories that not only permeated my childhood, but which also shaped my existence. Devouring each word, I held my breath, I cried and I rejoiced with the Kurc Family, thanking the author not only for this glimpse into her family’s history, but also for a glimpse into mine. Pictured Above: The Rosenfelds (my mom on left), Tarnopol, Pre-Ghetto.