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My mother grew up in Nazi Germany. Her mother was taken away to a concentration camp. Her stepfather was imprisoned for not supporting the Nazi Regiem. Mom could 'pass' so she was allowed to go to school but her younger sister was not. My grandmother survived probably because she was a medical doctor. They came to America after the war where my mother married my father. He was a product of the depression era and there were many times they did not have enough to eat. So here I am a Jewish shiksa growing up a Catholic studying Buddhism and metaphysics! I married a man whose 7th Great grandfather fought in the American Revolution and another grandfather fought in the Cival War. I didn't find out about my Jewish heritage until I was in my teens. It was a family secret we were not supposed to share.