I was planning to write a simple, one-post response to the film Auf Wiedersehen: 'Til We Meet Again, the story of a visit to Austria of three generations of a family with Viennese roots. But the more I wrote, the more I had to say. Since I viewed the film three times, I suppose there's a certain symmetry to a three-post response. In Part 1, I detailed my initial emotional
Auf Wiedersehen: 'Til We Meet Again
Auf Wiedersehen, Pt. 2: Why “The Sound of Music” Doesn’t Play Well in Austria
The history of my mother's family -- of the Rosenbaums, in particular, and the Jews of Vienna, in general -- only came to me in fits and starts, if it came at all. As I explained in Part 1 of my discussion of the film, "Auf Wiedersehen: 'Til We Meet Again," my family, like that of filmmaker Linda Mills, kept lots of secrets. I suppose I could have gone off on my own to try
Auf Wiedersehen, Pt. 1: Breaking the Silence
When I first began researching my mother's family, even before Freud's Butcher the blog was born, I heard about a film called "Auf Wiedersehen: 'Til We Meet Again." I knew little about it, but was intrigued by the synopsis on the site that I found for ordering it: In this compelling and often funny tale of recovery and renewal, author and activist Linda G. Mills is propelled