22 July 2016

Published July 20, 2016 by rochellewisoff

Summer Showcase

Summer is the time for vacations, picnics on the beach and reruns on the telly. For me it’s a time to meet a deadline in July for my third novel in my series entitled AS ONE MUST ONE CAN. Many thanks to those of you who responded to my plea for your favorite reruns. 

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I can’t believe it’s been three years since I posted this story. 13 September 2013 

I copied and pasted from the original post. But you may click the link if you want to see who said what in their comments. 

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


            “Rachel, would you please read this sentence for us?” The English teacher’s intense gaze shot through the young woman as she pointed to the page.       

            This new land with its unfamiliar ways and language challenged her. She’d dreamt of freedom. Instead, New York’s Lower East Side bore much similarity to her poverty-stricken village in Moldavia. 

            “I try, Miss Lazarus.” Twisting and untwisting her shawl fringes, she read, “‘Ve holt dese troots’…Ikh ken nit…I cannot…”

            “‘We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men’…all people…‘are created equal.’” Emma Lazarus took Rachel’s hands in hers. “You can. You will. You must.”


While you may never have heard of Emma Lazarus, if you’re a U. S. citizen you’re probably familiar with, at least, a portion of her poem inside the base of the Statue of Liberty:


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Emma Lazarus

To read about this amazing woman click here. 

This article is only the tip of the iceberg. If you’re interested do a Google search to learn more. I did. 😉

88 comments on “22 July 2016

  • Besides the obvious lesson in the story, there is the story of a dedicated teacher. “You can. You will. You must.” Love it. I took this picture from a ferry during my cross country Harley ride while visiting one of our sons. I reflected on our country during that entire trip and specifically this symbol. As Rochelle’s story shows, it inspired many others also. Good job.

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  • A lovely story, Rochelle. I didn’t remember this one, but maybe that’s because I don’t think I took part the last time this prompt was run. And I enjoyed reading the poem again too. Great piece.

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  • How terrifying it must have been for immigrants – to have to journey so far and so long, to leave all you’re familiar with behind, to come to a new country that’s so unfamiliar, so different if you’re from a rural location going to a huge metropolis.
    Brave, adventurous souls – modern pioneers for their people.
    A great story, Rochelle and such a fantastic and admirable woman – the wonderfully named Emma Lazarus.
    Inspiring stuff 🙂

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    • Dear Lynn,

      I can’t imagine picking up and leaving to live in a new country where I didn’t know the language. It had to be a daunting experience. This segment of Jewish society intrigues me most because therein lie my own roots. My grandfather came from Poland at the turn of the century as a youth. Alas, I never asked the questions, although I’m not sure he would have been forthcoming with the answers. So I seek my history in stories like these.
      Thank you for your wonderful comments.



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      • Isn’t it a shame that we fail to ask the questions as young people that we crave to know the answers to when we’re older? All of the things I could have asked my grandparents – about working as servants in a big country house, working in a brewery, fire watching and driving an ambulance during the London Blitz. So many things I’d be fascinated to hear now I never asked while they were alive. I’m glad you have your writing through which you can explore the past – it must enable you to feel closer to your grandfather.
        Someone was telling me how wonderful your books were the other day, by the way. I just thought I should pass that on 🙂
        Best wishes, Lynn


  • I missed this first time around, Rochelle, and I’m so glad you brought it back to us, because your story is magnificent, and so apt for our current times. I have never been to the Statue of Liberty, having only spent a couple of days in NYC once, in September 2001, but it strikes me a few of your countrymen and women should be sent on compulsory educational visits pronto!

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    • Dear Jen,

      I went to Ellis Island with my cousin in 1999. It’s sobering to see my old photos with the Twin Towers in the background. Standing in the now empty Big Hall, I could imagine my grandparents there.

      Glad you enjoyed the story and amen to the compulsory education. Thank you.




  • I think it must be so difficult to live in a country where everyone around speaks a different language to you. No matter how well one learns the language, it must be a relief to return to one’s homeland and listen to the native tongue.

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  • Dear Twinkle-toes,
    We could sure use some teachers like that here in Arkansas. That’s a beautiful poem. She asked for the world’s refuse and Germany donated my ancestors. I bet they were glad to get rid of our kind. 🙂

    Best regards
    Feivel Halfwitz

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    • Dear Feivel Halfwitz,

      Be careful what you wish for, eh? I love the poem and the story behind the woman. It it possible for people in Arkansas to learn English? Thanks for swinging by. Will we see you at OWL?




  • Beautiful and timely history lesson and poem. I know we’re not supposed to be political here but things being said at the Republican National Convention are really starting to worry me a little. I hope more people can look to this woman and people like her and like our lovely statue of liberty. It gives one hope. We can. We must. Peace, Anne

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  • This is wonderful–and so timely.This should be compulsory readign for certain candidates…
    A history lesson at its best, I’m glad I learned abut Emma Lazarus now.
    I didn’t know we aren’t supposed to be political. I can’t get my head away from politics these days and am afraid that shows in my writing.

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  • i used to live in brooklyn but didn’t get to see the statue of liberty. funny, it was only when my mother came to visit that i found the time. ah, some things… we just take them for granted. 🙂

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    • Dear Plaridel,

      I think it’s that way for residents of every city. We have some interesting museums and monuments in Kansas City that I’ve been to only a very few times. Thank you for coming by to check out the FF sites. 😉



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  • I began to remember I had read this before when I got about half way through. The ending is such a powerful line it was coming back to me even as I read it and just as before, it gave me goosebumps. 😀

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  • This is such a timely prompt with the focus on immigration in our country (and elsewhere). Where would we be if people did not try and gave up? Certainly, we would not be the country we are today. Wonderful story, Rochelle.

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