![]() Leon’s family was considered upper middle class and quite frankly Leon was spoiled. There was one man though that doled out acts of vicious brutality, and that was Timush. There were a few acts of anti-Semitisms once in a while, but mostly everyone lived happily together. The people there loved music, art, and were very active socially. It was a wonderful area with lots of shops and restaurants. Leon Kleiner's family lived in Tarnopol, at the time it was located in Poland. Help comes from an unexpected source when it looked like the end was closing in! There was one man though that d Leon Kleiner/Edwin Stepp – Save My Children – Reviewed 3/18/21 – Read 2/28 – 3/1/21 Leon Kleiner/Edwin Stepp – Save My Children – Reviewed 3/18/21 – Read 2/28 – 3/1/21 Help comes from an unexpected source when it looked like the end was closing in! Leon Kleiner's family lived in Tarnopol, at the time it was located in Poland. I still have to read the interview of his wife Helena. His son David, was my best friend, and I knew that they were holocaust survives but I didn't know the extent of what they went thru. However, I was mesmerized to learn the story of his life since he never spoke about it. I have known the author, Leon, since I was a teenager which prompted me to read the book. I recommend this book to everyone and to all book clubs as there is much to discuss from a different standpoint. I have read many books about the holocaust but this one was from a totally different perspective. His son David, was my best friend, and I knew that they were holocaust survives I was captivated by this story. ‘Save my Children’ is the true story of the transformation of a man once filled with hate and violence who made the ultimate sacrifice to save the people he once sought to kill.Ī unique story inspiring hope that hatred can be overcome. After hearing their mother shout to him in a desperate plea, “Save my children!” as she is marched to her execution, Timush amazingly risks his own life to make sure they survive. Unexpected help comes from Timush, a man known for his terrible deeds against the Jews. Their luck seems to have run out when the Germans order to liquidate their work camp. Time after time, they miraculously escape certain death as the murderous fascists attempt to make their hometown of Tluste Judenrein. Why did this murderer risk his own life to save these children?Īn 11-year-old boy and his siblings fight for survival after the evil of the Nazi regime descends upon Poland. Time after time, they miraculously escape certain death as the murderous fascists A young Jewish boy and his siblings fleeing a world destroyed by hate.Ī notoriously cruel anti-Semite hunting for Jews. Why did this murderer risk his own life to save these children? An 11-year-old boy and his siblings fight for survival after the evil of the Nazi regime descends upon Poland. A notoriously cruel anti-Semite hunting for Jews. At five I learned that there was to be no space for me on that merry-go-round no matter how many saddles stood empty.A young Jewish boy and his siblings fleeing a world destroyed by hate. Scurrying past the people waiting in line, I was so terrified that I didn't even take the time to pick up my precious pennies. Angry faces glared at me as though I'd done something terribly wrong. But his growling voice hurt my ears and made my knees shake. "You don't belong here, picaninny." I didn't know what that word meant. That's when he shouted at me and banged hard on the counter, spilling my coins on the ground. "There's no space for you here," the man said. I reached up to give the concessionaire my money. I had had my eye on one horse in particular, Prancer, the one I had dreamed about during all those months as I saved up the five pennies I needed to ride him. While the grownups busied themselves setting up the meal, I made my escape, sneaking away to ride the merry-go-round. As usual we were separated from the white people, set apart in a wooded section away from the pool and the merry-go-round. My family - Grandmother, Mother, Daddy, and my brother, Conrad, plus most of my aunts and uncles - had gathered at Fair Park for a Fourth of July picnic. When I was five, I had my first true bout with testing the harsh realities of segregation.
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