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This morning I spoke with Kyra Schuster, the curator who is hosting the Acevedo's for the dedication of Tony Acevedo's diary. The plans have been made for the dedication on October 13th. So far the Vogel's and Wayne Drash of CNN will be joining us. I cannot believe I am being included in this momentous event as an eager Graduate student. On October 12th I get to hold this 60 year old diary in my hands. So excited I can't hardly stand it!

Breaking News!

Tonight I spoke with Fernando Acevedo, Anthony Acevedo's son. It was a thrill to spend almost an hour on the phone with him telling me stories about his father... After hearing about me through Wayne Drash of CNN, he expressed to me that he would love for me to be apart of the dedication of the diary. He stated that, "You are now involved in this and it wouldn't be wright for you to not be included in this occasion."So instead of being a spectator I will be a part of "the family" tour (as he put it) to the museum and see his father hand over his precious memento's to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. What a thrill. I feel as though I know the family and can't believe the opportunity I have to document this momentous occasion. So not only am I going to see them on the 11th of October for the interview and to be one of the last people to ever hold this precious WWII diary, I will be with the family during their tour and dedication of the diary! Thank you the Acevedo family for including me in such a huge event. I am ever so grateful!

Next travel trip booked!~Washington, DC

My next trip to Washington D.C. is booked. I have an unbelievable chance to interview as well as hold the diary of the medic held at Berga an der Estler. I spoke to Anthony Acevedo last week regarding my trip to California in February. During our conversation he told me that he was asked by the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC if he would donate his diary. So he asked if I would be able to attend the donation ceremony on October 14th, which is my 29th birthday. What better way to celebrate my birthday then with some of the men I am passionate about. So of course I said yes. Once the diary is donated I know no one will ever hold it again except the curators of the museum, so I asked him if we would meet for dinner on the 12th in the city and I could have a chance to hold it. He then agreed and told me him and his family would love to meet me as well as CNN reporter whom I have spoke to several times, Wayne Drash. I also called Wayne and invited him to the dinner. On October 14th I am getting a chance of a lifetime to hold the diary of Acevedo's experiences in my hands. I am so incredibly thrilled with this opportunity. Now to pick a restaurant.




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Boston Day 4- Dinner

Tonight after taking a two and a half hour nap once returning from my morning out, the Vogel's and I went on a 1.5 mile walk around the city to a nice Thai Restaurant. The food was great and the company was even better. I heard about how the Vogel's met and where they were married. She purchased her gown from Filene's famous Basement for $29. She said that they met on a blind date and still loved each other. This couple has truly inspired me to live life to the fullest. At 85 Mr. Vogel wears me out walking all over town. I thoroughly enjoyed my night with them. When arriving back at the home we were greeted by some friends of theirs in the lobby. So proudly introduced was I to their friends by Mrs. Vogel. They bragged about my research and work like I was their own child or something. I will defiantly keep in touch with them after this trip and see them next month at the dedication of Anthony Acevedo's diary in Washington DC. As I sit writing in the office looking out from the 16th floor of the city of Boston, I can't help but wonder what life in a big city will feel like. Maryland awaits me in two weeks, kinda scared of the unknown but also extremely excited!

Day 4- Boston

This morning I awoke with the sound of Ms. Vogel saying, "Hunny are you alright?" Well it was 8:45am and normally I have been getting up around 7am so she wanted to make sure I was ok. Well I was, and I leaped outta bed got dressed and headed out for a day on the town. She wanted to make sure I was OK before leaving for her morning yoga class. Such a sweet lady. I then walking about 6 miles all around the city thru the garden, to Paul Revere's tomb, Cheers bar (where everybody knows your name) and shopped at TJ Maxx for shoes... To much to my surprise I found a pair of clearance books black leather and so comfy for $19.99. So I purchased. After having lunch and walking abit thru the park it started to sprinkle. Luckily while in NYC I had bought an umbrella, which I quickly snached from my handbag with a confident look of overpreparedness on my face. The rain started to clear after 10 mins or so and the sky was beautiful again. That old saying from Mark Twain about New England's weather was surreal, " If you are not happy about the weather than wait a minute," describing the constant change in their weather. I LOVE Boston now. Tomorrow is my last day here and I am sad to go. I am not sure what tomorrow holds as of yet but I am sure it will be memorable.

Today I also realized a small fact. One month from today I will be 29. I really thought that I would be dreading it but all of these new experiences have really changed my outlook on life. Seize the day, is my new motto. Two weeks from now I will be driving to Washington DC to claim as my new home, with the car packed to the ceiling and my mother in tow life will start a new branch. Ecstatic of what that might entail.

Day 3-Boston

I awoke today by the smell of wonderful homemade fruit cereal. Mrs. Vogel was making homemade fruit cereal. After sitting down for Breakfast with the Dr. and his wife we started discussing Berga and Bernard “Jackie” Vogel, Martin’s brother. At several points Dr. Vogel teared up talking about his beloved brother who was only one and half years his senior. As I was looking at him, I saw the man before me, well accomplished, become vulnerable almost 60 years after the death of his beloved brother. The Vogel’s left for their morning exercises, Ms. Vogel at the Boston Sports Club and Dr. Vogel in the gym downstairs. In their 80’s they still read three newspapers everyday and are very aware of the situation in Washington as well as other political and economical affairs. So far I have thoroughly enjoyed my visit with this inviting couple.

At 11:30 I went to Fedex-Kinco’s and made copies of newspaper articles regarding POW’s from Berga dated from the 1940’s. Secondary sources are over flowing now. Also I came across a diary which was submitted to Dr. Vogel’s Uncle, Charles Vogel during the trial of Metz and Merz, the guards whom held the prisoners of Berga. This contained the names of all the men at Berga and the death dates of 20 of those whom perished. I also grabbed lunch at Au bon Pain, a local café, umm chicken salad croissant, and a peach tea. I also visited Feline’s Basement, where I can proudly say I walked away spending nothing. I returned five blocks back to the Vogel Residence.

After numerous conversions between me and Dr. Vogel we got out a map of Germany and began to look for the site where Berga once stood. Well after numerous minutes… Jackpot… It was located. I expressed to him that my passion is to educate people on the atrocities of the trial and to bear witness of what those whom served endured. The time I have spent with the Vogel’s is priceless.

At 11:00 this morning I expressed my desire to meet the world famous Elie Wiesel to Dr. Vogel. He stated that as a professor at Boston University Medical he would call his office and explain who I was and my desire to meet him as well as his. So we are awaiting a call back for a time and place. This has been an unbelievable trip and a chance to meet Mr. Wiesel would be the cherry on top.

At 5:18 I got a strange call from Wayne Drash, at CNN. He told me that Anthony Acevedo’s iary from when he was held in Berga was being donated to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum on my Birthday! So of course I am going and best of all Tony Acevedo agreed to have dinner with me on the 12th so that I can hold his diary in my hands. I might be one of the last people to hold it before it is archived at the museum. So thrilled! So the moving date has been moved up to October 1st. I will be moving there on the 1st now and then going to the city for the dedication on my birthday. Also Norman Fellman and his wife as well as the Vogel’s are planning to attend, a once in a lifetime experience for all these wonderful people to be together in one place. My trip in February to California has been cancelled due to Tony Acevedo coming to DC. When I thought my career was taking off I was under estimating that I am living my dreams every moment of everyday. So DC bound once again I am.

Day 2: Boston

Day 2: After sleeping 9.5 hours we hit the streets again before catching our flights out. Me continuing to Boston and Tim returning to Jacksonville. As we were out on the town we visited Battery Park, ate at my favorite Amish Restaurant and China Town where we shopped (no I did not buy an knock off purses!) and Tim cat called the people, “Gucci, Prada, LV,” I was so embarrassed. Once arriving back at the hotel at 3, we scurried off to the airport, where something interested happened. Once arriving at my gate they called my name over the loud speaker. When arriving at the service counter, they informed me that due to several seats on the flight being broken, they were bumping me up to a non-stop flight to Boston at no charge. I jumped on the chance to arrive at 8pm instead of the original midnight. Well the flight was wonderful, no motion sickness. After arriving at baggage claim, my bag was nowhere to be found. THEY LOST MY BAG! So I filed my report and headed to the only place I knew was inexpensive, Target. What would we do without Target. So the taxi waited on me to flash through the store picking up soap, jammies, clothes, etc. After spending $160 I returned to the car. Once I arrived at The Vogel Residence I was astonished. They live walking distance from Boston University and in a unbelievable condo in the middle of the city. The concierge took my bags and rang them to let them know I was arriving upstairs. After arriving to the residence I was greeted by the most wonderful people. They wanted to know all about my passion and why I was studying Berga. After all without Dr. Vogel’s Uncles influence regarding his brother’s (Bernard Vogel) death at Berga, the guards at Berga would have never been brought to Judicial justice. He started showing me all the court documents he had on the case from 1945. To say the least I have my work cut out for me in the following days. I am so excited about this trip. He also holds a prized possession… (drum roll please) Another copy of the silence pamphlet the men of Berga were forced to sign. To the other historians whom cannot confirm nor deny the existence of these “silence pamphlets” I have news for you, they exist and I have three of them in my hot little hands. Unbelievable milestone on that account. Mitchell Bard, Flint Whitlock, and Michael Hirsh the three Historians who have written about Berga, I hope to one day sit down with you and share this precious artifact with you. Also without the encouragement of Michael Hirsh, author of The Liberators, I would not have fed this passion on Berga the way I have by traveling the US meeting all these wonderful people. One another note Dr. Martin Vogel told me that he teaches at Boston University and said he might be able to help me meet Elie Wiesel, the man whom I feel like I know and whose words will linger with me the remainder of my days (not to mention I have them tattooed on my left foot!) “For the dead and living, we must bear witness”-Elie Wiesel

Well Mr. Wiesel your words ring true to me and I will spend my life telling others about the men of Berga an der Estler!


Tomorrow is filled with excitement as I hold the documents that I will compose my Master’s thesis with. There is no telling what discoveries tomorrow will bring. Wish me luck!