She wouldn’t leave a home her family could return to, and chose to stay and keep a place that was theirs to find when they got back. She remembered the “pogroms”, but had better faith in the Germans than the Russians. She didn’t go with her family when they were evacuated to Novosibirsk. She believed in decency and culture.
They killed her at Babiy Yar. That is all we knew.
Six years ago, Miriam Gochberg’s name was written into the archives at Yad Vashem, entered there by her great-granddaughter. She is never forgotten.
That’s all we need to know.
Val Prozorova was born in Kiev and moved to New Zealand with her family twenty years ago. She writes as often as possible, and has recently started to collect more and more stories from her grandparents, as they age. She hopes to start an anthology of memories that more generations – including her own – can fill.