Saturday, May 9, 2015

A MOTHER'S PRAYER by Pastor/Counselor Steve Wickham From Australia. . .

Christal Cooper

Article 547 Words

Guest Blogger Steve Wickham
A Mother’s Prayer


Our Gracious God
Father, Son, Holy Spirit; our Rock, Fortress, and Salvation; our Lord and King; we bless You this morning as You bless us. You are our everything, Father, our covenant Parent who loves us so unconditionally. We give You praise!
Lord, we want to honor our mothers on this Mother's Day. We raise our mothers before You and thank You for the love, passion, energy and enthusiasm they have for their children. We bless our mums in the name of Jesus, for their most sacred of ministries - a godly work.
We also want to pray for those who are sad on Mother's Day; for those who have lost their mothers and miss them terribly even though there may be so many great memories of past. We pray for those mothers who have experienced the grief of loss; who have lost a child; a pain that ever lingers in sorrow like sea billows that roll.
We thank You, Lord, that You hold these children until the day You have appointed when these mothers might finally be reconciled with their little ones. We pray also for the ladies here, Lord Jesus, who cannot have babies, and we pray into their sadness of that ambiguous loss that may never have been - an incomprehensible grief.
We pray You would minister to these people in their sadness, where they are right now, and be the God of peace and comfort to and for each of them on this day. Be with them and inside them by Your Spirit we ask.
We want to acknowledge those also, Lord, whose mothers let them down - where thought of Mother's Day brings memories of pain and perhaps memories of abuse and/or neglect - mothers who weren't there for them as their mothers should have been. We also pray into the guilt mothers might carry; guilt that is able to be reconciled at the cross. We pray that Your Spirit would draw these aside and provide the way to forgiveness, healing, restoration, and wholeness. And we thank You that without our mothers we would not be.
We pray for those mothers, and for those children, who are far from each other right now; that You would stir within them love that transcends distance and overcomes the limitations of space and time.
Finally, we pray for our new mothers and those expecting; that You would bless them with every confidence of love and joy, knowing the peace that they have been called by You, to be a mother - the most sacred of human roles.
We lift our mothers before You, Father, that through Your Holy Spirit You would encourage them as they give their sacrifices of love - in their 24/7 devotion to care for and be there for their children - that You would continue to equip them for the tasks of today and the mothering ahead of them, and to empower them to be all they can be for their children and families, and give to them the energy, strength, and confidence they need.
We pray all these things as a requiem of praise for our Mothers, in and through the name of Jesus... and all the people said... AMEN!



*Steve Wickham is a Baptist Pastor who holds Degrees in Science, Divinity, and Counseling.   He lives in Perth, Western Australia with his wife and daughter.  He can be reached via 





Thursday, May 7, 2015

A Mother Named Christy Remembers Her Unborn Son On Mother's Day . . .


Christal Cooper

Article 2,394 Words



A Mother Named Christy  
Remembers Her Miscarried Son
On Mother’s Day

June 2nd started like any other day in summer with four children. Busy. We had breakfast. Then I got the younger two girls dressed and ready for the day. I took my oldest to get her haircut. I also made a doctor's appointment that day. I was one day shy of being 15 weeks pregnant. I hadn't seen a doctor since they confirmed the pregnancy with an ultrasound at 9 weeks.



       I couldn't believe it. Me. Pregnant at age 40. We had 4 healthy, active girls at home. They kept me going from sunup to sunset with carpool and meals and activities and errands. How was I going to be able to add another little one to this crew and get all the necessities of running a home and raising a family accomplished? Also, what were people going to say? We had encountered all kinds of negative comments when our youngest was announced. So the previous 15 weeks had been filled with worry and doubt and fear.



       Things were starting to turn around though. We had just told our children that they were going to have another one to add to their number in November. Greg told his employer. I had told friends and was beginning to tell the parents of my girls' friends. So off to the doctor's appointment I went, eager to hear the heartbeat and get on the road to telling everyone else and planning to add another little one to our family.



       Ever since I miscarried my first child at 20 weeks, I went through a phase between the first and second trimesters. Is my eating getting back on a more even level because the baby is getting what he/she needs and the morning sickness is passing or is something wrong?
Is that cramp because my intestines are full, my muscles are stretching to accommodate another life or is something wrong? Am I less tired because I am moving on to the second trimester or is something wrong? Having four normal, healthy pregnancies since then, I was quick to dismiss the questions during this pregnancy.



       I waited in the waiting room for my appointment. Then they took me back and checked my vital signs. Normal. The doctor came in and checked my fundus. Normal. She brought out the instrument so we could listen to the heartbeat. She wasn't able to find one. Leah had made the doctor chase her around the womb and he never got her to be still enough so we could hear it. Leah was checked on ultrasound to give me confidence that she was okay. As it was then, my doctor now said I needed to go to the ultrasound room to see what was going on. At this point I was getting a little nervous, but then again my nerves had played tricks on me a lot during the last four pregnancies.



       I laid on the table and the tech brought out the gel. Then there was my baby on the screen. I looked and looked and looked. The room was quiet, and I finally asked, "There is no heartbeat, is there?" This pregnancy was unplanned and some days, if I am completely honest, unwanted because after all, we were done with our family. In that moment though, I realized, in spite of the swirling emotions of the past 15 weeks, I am a mom, and I love my kids, this one included. I then asked the technician if the baby was measuring 14-15 weeks. She told me that he or she was measuring 11 weeks. This life has slipped away around four weeks previous, and I had no idea. I had continued my fretting and worrying.



       On Wednesday June 4 at 6:45 am, my water broke, and I held my baby. I kept looking at this little one. A head, a place for eyes, a mouth, arms, legs, hands, feet. Still underdeveloped, but they were there nonetheless. The body was about 4 inches long with papery white, thin skin so that the ribcage was visible. I kept going back to look at my baby over and over through the morning. Not a blob of tissue that the medical personnel told me it was. It was a baby, my baby. I had seen it. I had held it. It was tiny, and it was underdeveloped, but it was my baby.



       As the morning went on, I kept getting more and more light headed. I kept lying down waiting for my 4 pm doctor's appointment while Greg went on two trips to the store, did things around the house, and helped the girls with what they were doing. After that he came into our room and sat down. I am so thankful he chose then to come in because he was able to catch me as I passed out. When I came to, I was lying on the floor, and I felt terrible. I started calling out for him to call 911. I had remembered a girl I went to high school with having a bad miscarriage a few years ago, and it was then I thought I was bleeding too much.



       As I was taken out of the house on a stretcher with my girls tucked into a bedroom so they didn't have to see me that way, I prayed that God would allow me to come back home and raise my girls. I wasn't raised by my parents, and I remember the struggles that I had because of it.



       I got to the emergency room and things stabilized. The doctor started talking about letting me go home. I had to go to the restroom several times while I was there, and I used the wheelchair to go up and down the hall because I was still weak. Greg, meanwhile, was settling our girls in at home with the older girls taking care of the younger girls. He then got to the hospital and filled out all of the paperwork. As soon as he got to my room, I needed to go to the restroom again. He had to catch me from falling out of the wheelchair as I passed out yet again.



       About this time my doctor showed up and checked me. The doctors decided I was definitely to be admitted, and they took me to the labor and delivery wing because I needed more monitoring than a regular room would allow. They rolled me to L&D on a stretcher, and I sat up a little bit to move from the stretcher to the bed. The nurses left the room. I muttered that I felt like I could pass out again, and Greg wasn't sure he heard me correctly so he asked me if I was going to pass out again. All I could do was nod. I am so thankful he was there with me because I couldn't have pushed that call button for anything in the world. I could hear, but I could no longer respond. I began praying that God would let this feeling of passing out cease so I could feel normal again. I didn't yet realize it, but my blood pressure dropped to 57/30. My room filled not only with the L&D nurses but also an emergency response team and a chaplain. They began more IV fluids in the tubing that I received in the ambulance. I was then lying with my head lower than my feet, and I felt well enough to answer all kinds of questions being addressed to me.



       The nurse on the emergency response team, Karen, is an ICU nurse part-time at the hospital where I was. She is also a full-time L&D nurse at another hospital in town. While the other L&D nurses reported to the doctors that all of their assessments of me were normal, Karen was paying attention to the amount of blood I had lost. While the doctors were seeing other patients because they were relying on these assessments, Karen began advocating that they give me blood, and the internal physician agreed with her. I ended up with 5 units of blood that day. The next day the chaplain was sure to let me know that God was mighty to save me because so much of my blood had been lost. When I saw Karen three days later, she told me that she has said for a long time that God puts her where He wants her.



       They finally got me stabilized, and I had a d & c to stop the bleeding. A small piece of the placenta had remained behind and kept me from healing. I spent that night and the next day and a half in ICU, and then I was moved to a regular room.



       During this time lots of people came in and out, but three people I remember well. One was a nurse in ICU. I was her only patient, and we would talk when she came in to check on me. I was talking to her about wanting to know if we had a boy or a girl because the baby needed a name, and I needed a way to remember him or her. She told me she was going to cry if I kept talking like that. I was completely confused so I asked her what she meant. She said I was talking about it like it was a baby. She was from Jamaica, and she said she had seen a lot there. I am not sure if she meant miscarriage or abortion, but her views were definitely different from mine. I went on to explain that this was a baby; I had had held it. I told her what my baby had looked like. She didn't respond, but I hope God uses my experience to help her in some way.



       The second person was a lady who came to take my order for my meals once I was moved to a regular room. She had seen my four girls in the hall when they had come to visit earlier. We were talking about them, and I told her I have two more babies in heaven that I get to meet some day. She told me she hadn't thought about it like that before, but she has sisters in heaven waiting for her. She left my room with a smile on her face and wonder in her voice. I am praying God gave her some comfort through this story that day.



       Then there was Heather, my nurse the first day in a regular room. She came in to check my vital signs when I arrived in my new room. This was after they had told me I was to have another nurse that day. A last minute change. She told me that the best they could tell we had had a son.  She hugged me while I cried over the loss of our son. She was full of so much compassion and care.  



       I love it when God reaches down and gives us what we need when we need it, especially in the hard times.



       These events are part of the life God has given to me to be lived out, but this is really His story. The story of His amazing mercy and grace flowing freely to those who accept His Son. The love and patience and kindness He gives us. The pain placed at just the right time so we rely on Him and not on ourselves, and then we can begin to become more like Jesus-thankful and willing to do the Father's Will above all else because God will be glorified.   



       You see I had been fretting, which God calls evil. I was worried about people's opinions and being able to handle the changes in our family in my own strength. I had not yet come to the point of repentance and relying on and resting in God in this situation. God put Greg right next to me when I needed help that day. He put Karen on ICU duty that day, an experienced nurse in ICU to care for me.  Without her care, I might not be here today. But that is just another small detail God worked out in advance-to save me, to let my kids have their mother, and my husband his wife.



       He also revealed more of Himself to me that day. I tend to panic during trouble, fearing I won't make the right decisions or be taken care of. I had peace all day long-during the times I passed out, during the administering of anesthesia. I knew He was with me. I also live in fear at times. My greatest fear is death. My dad died when I was six years old, so from an early age I learned we are mortal. My grandfather who raised me passed away four and a half years ago, and my fear of death multiplied. At times I would keep repeating Jesus's words "I will never leave you. I will never forsake you", and I would hope for the best as I tried to lay down my fear. Do you know what God showed me?



     At the time of my greatest need and when I was completely powerless, He was there, and He was mighty to save. He stood between me and my greatest fear. He stood between me and death. And doesn't He do this for all of us? Isn't this the reason He sent Jesus to die on the cross?



       June 4th was not my day to pass from this life, but I will come to the day when it is my turn.  Because I believe in Jesus and that His blood covers my sin, when that day comes for me, my God will still stand between me and death. My body will pass from this life, but my spirit will live. God allows pain because we live in a fallen world and we have free will, but He can and will use our pain for our good and His glory. It takes faith. It takes not leaning on our own understanding. It takes believing in His goodnessand His love and believing His Son is our atonement for sin. Not just for the world.  For me.





Sunday, May 3, 2015

New York City Actor/Playwright Randyl Appel Writes Musical About Mother In The Holocaust . . .

Christal Cooper


Article 2,221 Words


Someone Else’s Sky
“I think my passion for creating this story has so much more to do with the idea of what are we going to do as a species, as a human race, with regard to each other and this idea of community.  If we accept persecution and holocaust and any sort of atrocity for anybody we accept it for ourselves.”
Randyl Appel on his play Someone Else’s Sky


Artist Randyl Appel, 51, is campaigning for funds to produce an actor’s equity reading in New York City on his musical Someone Else’s Sky based on his mother’s experience as a Holocaust survivor.


Someone Else’s Sky details the three years in the life of Ilse Steltzer, the daughter of Christian Emil Steltzer and Jew Else Steltzer who, who are both executed by the Nazis – Emil at Buchenwald and Else at Auschwitz. 



Christian paternal grandfather Opi (Ernst Steltzer) hides his two granddaughters six year old Ilse and her baby sister in a root cellar for two years.  


While Opi and her baby sister venture outside to get some needed medicine, the Gestapo come and take Ilse to Terezin Concentration Camp, where she remains for 15 months, in which she is subjected to torture, horror, sexual abuse, and experimental testing.


What makes Someone Else’s Sky so unique, with its own brand of humor, melody, and horror is Ilse’s incredible imagination and ability to maintain her own sanity and strong spirit by creating her own fantasy and alternative world in which she is a Princess, friends with Harriet Tubman, and, along with Biblical Moses, is able to find the Promised Land, long before the Russians come to liberate the camp.     


Appel knew of his mother’s past all of his life, she was the mother from Germany who endured terrible things.  By age 10, Appel had a better understanding of his mother and her past.


My mother said what really kept her going was the alternative life, this imagination, basically reassigning what was happening around her and to her that she could put it in context which of course was impossible to do but she did.”


       Ilse’s father Emil Steltzer was a local celebrity and accomplished athlete in soccer in Germany.  Even today there is a museum in Germany that has a display of Emil Steltzer and other local celebrities from the area. 



       “Because he was a Christian and married this
Jewish woman, there was no precedence with what was to come in the Third Reich.  For some reason they felt secure staying there while all the Jewish families fled.  And there was some speculation that he got involved in some underground work as well.”


Emil and Else Steltzer had two daughters Ilse and Mariana.  They had Mariana baptized, hoping to have their family identified as Christian instead of Jewish, which would protect them from the concentration camps, but that is not what happened.


“He married this Jewish woman (which) was the same as being Jewish, if not in the Nazi’s strange rulebook, even worse.  So my grandmother and grandfather were taken away to different concentration camps and eventually were executed.” 


His mother also told Appel about her childhood before the Third Reich, such as when her Opi took occasional trips to America and brought her back a present – a book on American History, where she first read about slavery, Harriet Tubman, and the amazing things she had done:  escaping to the north on her own, only to come back to deliver her people to the proverbial Promised Land, an expression that was first used in the story of the Biblical Moses.  To the young Ilse, it only seemed fitting that Harriet Tubman was known as the ‘Moses of her day”. 


       And certainly Ilse needed her own Moses at the time, especially when, just as the Third Reich was coming into power, her grandmother took her to Christian relative’s homes and pleaded for them to hide her. 



       “They slammed the door in her face.  And so my mother became compelled of this idea of finding a Promised Land, an idyllic place, and then as her surrounding area in Frankfurt am Main, Germany became unattainable she began to wonder how she could find the Promised Land in someone else’s story because she can’t find it in her own.  And indeed if it is in someone else’s story perhaps it is under someone else’s sky.”


Appel without being aware of it, was writing pieces of his mother’s story into the pages of his brain; but instead of writing he pursued a career in music, which he inherited from his mother.  Appel received his degree in Drama and supported himself as a full-time artist with his acting, dancing, booming voice, and choreography skills.  He obtained roles in regional theaters in California, Colorado, and New York. 



       The big change in his career came in his 30s when he felt compelled to go back to New York City where he worked what he described as a survival job – the typical 9 to 5 job – as a desk clerk at the first W Hotel in New York City, becoming their first corporate director of training. 



Now he is the owner of his own company Appel Hospitality Associates (http://appelhospitality.com) and trains hotel employees on utilizing musical theater as instructor tools. AHA used this unique approach of training the hotel staff of the first Virgin Hotel.


       Then the Bosnia Genocide hit the news, and the world, along with Appel, was horrified, and he felt compelled to write Someone Else’s Sky.


“As a son of Holocaust survivor I just thought there was a threshold that we as a human race needed to cross where we are no longer just beating each other up and saying, “My religion is better, or my culture is better, or my skin color is superior.”  It had less to do with I want to write than to say, “Hey I have something I want to say about a particular subject.  And that subject has to do with our human interaction.” And so that became the genesis for this story.”


The first thing Appel did to begin Someone Else’s Sky was the same thing his mother did when she was at her darkest moment – used his imagination.


“I imagined Harriet Tubman was running through a forest to the North escaping slavery.  And there was Moses in the desert.  There was the place outside time and space where Harriet and Moses intersect and both stopped to have a little picnic.  What would they say to each other?”



       Appel in his New York City apartment wrote the first lines of Someone Else’s Sky about a conversation between the two great historical figures.  The conversation between Harriet Tubman and Moses is no longer in the final script, but it was the first step in completing what is now Someone Else’s Sky.   


       For the next 20 years Appel worked on the script, from different apartments in New York City.  He now resides in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. 


 I attempted to find a way to tell my mother’s story as more than just a story about one child in the Holocaust.  I wanted to find a way to sort of universalize this persecution story. Asher who reads his mother’s journal in the Someone Else’s Sky says, “Oh I’m just reading this journal.  This has nothing to do with me.  This is someone else’s history.”  I was compelled and it became a life mission, a calling if you will to write it has a human story, as our story.”


Appel describes Someone Else’s Sky as 80% fiction and 20% fact; and the most important fact is that Ilse, his mother, did create this fantasy world, which most artists would describe as an incredible gift and talent, but Ilse describes to her son as simply a survival skill.
There are also many factual elements of the musical that are in the play or at least hinted in the musical which include rape and sexual abuse.


“My mother’s memory is that the people running the camp could not sustain any kind of semblance of sanity (because of)  behaving so hideously and inappropriately to other human beings.  She remembers tremendous incidences of highly in despicable behavior. And all of that was capsulated in the fictional rape of the Mariana in the second act.  “The guards were kind of enough to give me the baby.”  There was a lot of testing going on and my mother was often tested for her threshold of pain.  She had her nails pulled from her fingers.  And there were different medications and things and shots she remembers being tested on her.”


 Of the many factual elements is the ending, which seems hard to believe and larger than life.
       “The Nazis running the camp were essentially gone and those who survived were asking, “Where did everybody go?”  So the survivors did not know if they were coming back and they began to forge for food and hotwire busses and trucks.  My mother was loaded on the back of an open-air bus with the doll that in real life did exist, given to her by Opi.  Ilse drops the doll and screams which scares the driver and the driver stops.  She jumps off the bust to get this beloved doll.  Someone says, “Go!  Go!  Go!”  And they leave without her and about two football fields over  - and this is all true – the bus blows up – having gone over a landmine or a boobie-trap.  So everybody on the bus except for my mother perished.  And this was all before the Russians came in to liberate her and the remaining survivors.”


       Appel’s goal in writing Someone Else’s Sky is two fold – to write about human spirit conquering atrocity and to do it in such a way that has not been done before.  


       “There is the Diary of Anne Frank that deals with the hiding and the diary; there is the complete indescribable inexcusable human behavior in Schindler’s List.  I needed to find a way to convince the audiences to sit in this show and kind of convey the horror in a way that could be processed.”


       In the end what Appel wants to accomplish is what the Oscar winning actor Roberto Benigni accomplished in Life Is Beautiful.


       “Along comes this magnificent film where the father takes this unspeakable horror, creating a game and asking the audience to laugh.  He is so successful in doing that that we are laughing and this clown is creating this beautiful experience for his son.  


What Mr. Benigni did so magnificently was take us on this ride, and you think you are safe as an audience, safe looking at this story, safe in creating this identification, and convinced that this set up is going to be an acceptable ending.  We are taken in as an audience and everything that we think of as safe, familiar, and acceptable is turned upside down.  And yet we are not safe, and when the father is killed in Life Is Beautiful the audience is supposed to say, “How dare you!  I loved this man!”


In away I am looking to mislead the audience in this sense of saying:  Here is something beautiful through a child’s eyes and her hopes.  It’s great!  Isn’t hope wonderful! Isn’t she keeping hope alive!  And at the end you get slapped in the face anyway.”


But that slap in the face only applies to Someone Else’s Sky, because in real life Ilse’s story does not end when the bus blows up; it continues when Ilse is liberated by the Russians, and reunited with Opi and her baby sister Marianne. The three made passage to America where they settled in Newark, New Jersey, the two girls reared by their maternal Aunt Alice.




 “Alice was not a nice woman.  The first thing she said to my mother was “If you were a good little girl it would have been my sister who had been there and not you.  She was raised by this woman up to the time she married my father.”


The marriage of Joel, a retired electrical contractor, and Ilse Steltzer has been a happy one, producing three sons:  Lawrence, Randyl, and Glen. 


“My older brother is deaf and my younger brother has a learning disability and for the first 30 years of his life was an epileptic.  So my mother went from hiding in a basement, losing her parents to the Nazis, being in a concentration camp, coming to America to being adopted by her aunt and uncle and that did not go well, and then having three children – two of whom are severely disabled.  She’s had her share of drama.”


Ilse believes that organized religion separates and excludes people; and so, as a result, she reared her sons without organized religion, but at the same time, to respect all faiths.  


       “We were exposed to a tremendous amount of the Bible – both the Old and New Testament.  There is no sense that religion is negative.  I have a real love of the story of Jesus Christ and his ministry, and I particularly resonate with that but not in the sense of organize religion.  My mother just wanted us to sample the world and sample the stories; and connect with what was real for us as individuals.”




      

Song: IN A PRINCESS’S DRESS
  
Ilse:
Since my days are unkind
And I’m truly confined
To a life much too hard endure,
I awake late at night
When the sad’s out of sight
I am once again me.
To be sure!

Every night I explore
Something more than dumb war
Something I can live for that is mine.
Something fresh!
Something free!
Some more radiant me.
Out here with these stars!
Where I shine!

     Shining brighter than bright with my most sparkly grin.
     I will focus my light on new lives to drop in.   
Into histories or fables and whatever enables
A star who must truly express
Her royal descent.  Live her life as it’s meant
All ablaze in a princess’s dress

In a princess’s dress why it’s anyone’s guess as
To which fairy tale I might find
In a princess’s dress yes it’s me who confesses
That I am truly a one-of-a-kind

Not a girl who’s asleep waiting for some dumb kiss
From some hero who helps me arise
No, I’m more of a princess who cleans up my own mess
To see life through her own royal eyes.

In a princess’s dress I shall have more successes
With those villains who’d never be mean
To a princess who dresses and clearly possesses
A star shine befitting a queen

(The music swells and dance ensues.  To establish that our story moves swiftly and unapologetically in and out of this child’s imagination, some of the dance sequence allows Ilse to appear as if she were actually defying gravity. It is as though she were flying among the stars!)

            Yes!  That’s right what you see!
     That’s the accurate me!
     I am not bound to obvious things.
Not to time or to place
I am choosing my grace
And to what my imagining brings

It brings all due respect with my great intellect
And I’ll educate those who have none
But I don’t choose to wait for the ones filled with hate
And it’s them who should be on the run.

Yes, in a princess’s dress watch as beauty impresses
The willing and those with kind heart
So into whose story shall I twirl with such glory?
Tell me when can my princess-ing start?

(A bit more dance.)

Not to time or to place
I am choosing my grace.
And I’m turning my life into art
So into whose story shall I twirl with such glory?
Tell me when can my princess-ing start?

Tell me when can my princess-ing start?

Excerpt from Someone Else's Sky
Copyright granted by Randyl Appel



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Photo 1
Someone Else’s Sky logo
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Randyl Appel
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Ilse in Someone Else’s Sky
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Emil Stelzer marker
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Else Stelzer marker
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Ernst Steltzer
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Photo 7
A female concentration camp prisoner shows her wound after liberation.
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Photo 8
Randyl Appel as a young child
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Photo 9
Cropped image from The Railway attributed to painter Edovard Monet.
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Emil Steltzer featured in both photographs as part of an exhibit in Germany.
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Emil Steltzer featured in both photographs as part of an exhibit in Germany.
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Photo 12
Massed crowds at the Nazi party rally in Nuremberg, Germany in 1935 where and when the Nazi announced the Nuremberg Race Law.
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The Nuremberg Race Laws of 1935 deprived German Jews of their rights of citizenship, giving them the status of "subjects" in Hitler's Reich. The laws also made it forbidden for Jews to marry or have sexual relations with Aryans or to employ young Aryan women as household help. (An Aryan being a person with blond hair and blue eyes of Germanic heritage.)
The first two laws comprising the Nuremberg Race Laws were: "The Law for the Protection of German Blood and German Honor" (regarding Jewish marriage) and "The Reich Citizenship Law" (designating Jews as subjects).
Those laws were soon followed by "The Law for the Protection of the Genetic Health of the German People," which required all persons wanting to marry to submit to a medical examination, after which a "Certificate of Fitness to Marry" would be issued if they were found to be disease free. The certificate was required in order to get a marriage license.
The Nuremberg Laws had the unexpected result of causing confusion and heated debate over who was a "full Jew." The Nazis then issued instructional charts such as the one shown below to help distinguish Jews from Mischlinge (Germans of mixed race) and Aryans. The white figures represent Aryans; the black figures represent Jews; and the shaded figures represent Mischlinge.
The Nazis settled on defining a "full Jew" as a person with three Jewish grandparents. Those with less were designated as Mischlinge of two degrees: First Degree - two Jewish grandparents; Second Degree - one Jewish grandparent.
       After the Nuremberg Laws of 1935, a dozen supplemental Nazi decrees were issued that eventually outlawed the Jews completely, depriving them of their rights as human beings.

Photo 14
Nuremberg Race Law Chart
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Photo 15
Painting of Little Girl Reading by John George Brown
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Photo 16
View of false wall hiding place in Corrie Ten Boom House, Haarlem, North Holland;
Closeable Hole in Cabinet through which divers crawled into hiding place during alarms.
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View of false wall hiding place in Corrie Ten Boom House, Haarlem, North Holland;
Hole in wall to reveal hiding place (right)

Photo 19
Jacket cover of Aunt Harriet’s Underground Railroad In The Sky by Faith Ringgold.
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Randyl Appel, far right, portraying Barnaby Tucker in HELLO DOLLY.
“I did FOUR productions of HELLO DOLLY! In my career always playing the role of Barnaby Tucker.  I played that role so frequently that my beloved black lab was named Barnaby.” 
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W Hotel In New York
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Appel Hospitality Associates web logo
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Bosnian mass grave being evacuated by forensic scientist.
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Another logo for Someone Else’s Sky
From left to right:  Ernst Steltzer, Harriet Tubman,

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Illustration from an early children’s book
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Jacket cover of Moses:  When Harriet Tubman Led Her People to Freedom by Carol Boston Weatherford and illustrated by Kadir Nelson
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Illustration of Moses leading the Israelites out of slavery
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Another logo for Someone Else’s Sky
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Randyl Appel
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Image of a diary entry from Anne Frank
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Jewish girl and concentration camp prisoner holding her doll.
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Pictures taken of the children used in Kurt Heissmeyer's tuberculosis experiment at Neuengamme. The children of the Bullenhuser Damm show incisions where axillary lymph nodes had been surgically removed after they were deliberately infected with tuberculosis at Neuengamme concentration camp. In a "cover-up" operation, all were murdered with their 4 adult Jewish caretakers and 6 Red Army POWs in the basement of the school on 20 April 1945, as British forces approached to liberate them.

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Image of a doll given to Zofia Burowska by her parents in the 1930s which she kept with her while living in the Wolbrum and Krakow ghettos. #N00052

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DVD jacket cover of the 1959 film The Diary of Anne Frank
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DVD jacket cover of Schindler’s List
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DVD jacket cover of Life Is Beautiful
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Film clip from Life Is Beautiful
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Film clip from Life Is Beautiful
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Picture and article about Ernst Steltzer
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Newspaper photograph of Ernst Steltzer and his two granddaughters older sister Ilse Steltzer and Marianne Steltzer.
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Newspaper photo of Ernst Steltzer, Aunt Alice, and 10-year-old Ilse Steltzer.
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Newspaper photo of Ilse Steltzer (far left), Aunt Alice (second from left), Ernest Steltzer (second from right); and Marianne Steltzer, (above Ernest Steltzer)
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Wedding photograph of Joel and Ilse Steltzer.
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Appel Family Photographs
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Ilse and Joel Appel
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Joel and Ilse Appel
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Appel Family
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Logo for Someone Else’s Sky

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