After the war my grandfather took a foster daughter into our home, in addition to his own 5 children. She was a Jewish woman from Germany, who became my aunt. I have adopted somebody with her family name. My grandfather was probably of Jewish extraction, but we will never know that, because he took that secret with him to the grave. A small change to a name makes a big difference. Since then, we came across Jewish family portraits in a museum in Germany that bear a striking resemblance to my relatives who have almost the same name.
I cannot believe that 70 years after the war there is still no names memorial.
Dorine van Norren