I found FAG when I was trying to find where Erma Bombeck was buried back when she died in 1996. I cried when I heard of her sudden passing. I had used her wonderful writings to win several Humorous Reading contests back in High School. Winning those awards gave me new found confidence in a disrupted and stressful family life. It really was a turning point in my life. Thank you Erma.

With FAG, I found there was a tiny Hebrew Cemetery right there in Sonora where I was living at the time. I wiggled my way in the gate, and started documenting. I now feel I know these people and and their families just a little bit.

One couple's stone (Grassetti) had the wife's name but no date of death. So I did some searching and I found Mine(me-nah)in 2009 still living in Sonora, CA. I visited the home she and her husband had built there, and I recorded a great oral history of how she and her family outwitted and escaped the Nazis before settling in the USA. She showed me her old passport, and her picture looked so much like Anne Frank (who was from the same area) I had to hold back tears. Mine is not quite one year older than Anne Frank. I felt I got to meet one of the little girls who got away.

I found FAG when I was trying to find where Erma Bombeck was buried back when she died in 1996. I cried when I heard of her sudden passing. I had used her wonderful writings to win several Humorous Reading contests back in High School. Winning those awards gave me new found confidence in a disrupted and stressful family life. It really was a turning point in my life. Thank you Erma.

With FAG, I found there was a tiny Hebrew Cemetery right there in Sonora where I was living at the time. I wiggled my way in the gate, and started documenting. I now feel I know these people and and their families just a little bit.

One couple's stone (Grassetti) had the wife's name but no date of death. So I did some searching and I found Mine(me-nah)in 2009 still living in Sonora, CA. I visited the home she and her husband had built there, and I recorded a great oral history of how she and her family outwitted and escaped the Nazis before settling in the USA. She showed me her old passport, and her picture looked so much like Anne Frank (who was from the same area) I had to hold back tears. Mine is not quite one year older than Anne Frank. I felt I got to meet one of the little girls who got away.