A very young survivor

Survivors Club: The True Story of a Very Young Prisoner of Auschwitz ~ by Michael Bornstein and Debbie Bornstein Holinstat, 2017, memoir, xviii + 348 pages

In 1945, in a now-famous piece of World War II archival footage, four-year-old Michael Bornstein was filmed by Soviet soldiers as he was being carried out of Auschwitz in his grandmother’s arms.  This is the unforgettable story of how a father’s courageous wit, a mother’s fierce love, and one perfectly timed illness saved his life, and how others in his family from Zarki, Poland, dodged death at the hands of the Nazis time and again with incredible deftness.

In case you were wondering, Michael Bornstein survived for seven months inside Auschwitz, where the average lifespan of a child was just two weeks.  Six years after his liberation, he immigrated to the United States.  He graduated from Fordham University, earned his Ph.D. from the University of Iowa, and worked in pharmaceutical research and development for more than forty years.  Now retired, he lives with his wife in New York City and speaks frequently to schools and other groups about his experiences in the Holocaust.

Working from his own recollections as well as extensive interviews with relatives and survivors who knew the family, Michael relates his story with the help of his daughter, Debbie Bornstein Holinstat.  Shocking, heartbreaking, and ultimately uplifting and inspirational, this narrative nonfiction offers an indelible depiction of what happened to one Polish village in the wake of the German invasion in 1939.

Note from Bonnie:  Even though this is written for ages 10-14, reviewers say this memoir should be read by everybody.  As I was re-shelving library books here at the Crown Center for Senior Living, I noticed this book and checked it out to read myself.

"Pandiculation" is a big word for today

This week’s word from Collins Dictionary is pandiculation (pænˌdɪkjəˈleiʃən), which means "a condition of great joy or bliss; euphoric state."  But then they go on to say that pandiculation is "the act of stretching oneself."  So which is it?  Both?  I guess it's "great joy" to "stretch" when I've been in one position for too long.  Anyway, I like that the illustration shows a stretching cat.  And since "joy" is my favorite word, I love this definition.

Anyway, here's the rest of the definition I got in my email:

The term (which derived from Latin) appeared in English medical writing in the seventeenth century and comes from the Latin pandiculari, meaning to stretch oneself, which is connected to the broader root pandere, to spread out or extend.

The word refers specifically to the simultaneous stretching and yawning that occurs most commonly upon waking.  This precision is worth noting.  Stretching and yawning can occur independently, and pandiculation names their combination rather than either action alone.  Early medical writers grouped the behaviour with other involuntary movements and associated it with fatigue, fever, and the transitions between sleep and wakefulness.

The Latin root pandere may have a more distant origin.  It has been connected to a Proto-Indo-European root relating to outward spreading, the same root thought to underlie the English word fathom, which originally described the span of two outstretched arms.  However, this connection remains a proposed etymology and it is not fully confirmed.

Two unrelated things for TWOsday

One

I went to the nearby pharmacy and got my flu shot for this year.

Two

I also got more dry cat food for Jackie, the latest cat who now blogs on Caturdays, you know, the day after Friday.  I got up this morning later than she preferred, so she quite adroitly ripped open the almost empty bag herself and, apparently, helped herself to breakfast.

Taking your own advice

Dear Debbie ~ by Freida McFadden, 2026, psychological thriller, 336 pages, 7/10

Sometimes, enough is enough.  Debbie Mullen is losing it.  For years, she has compiled all of her best advice into her column, Dear Debbie, where the wives of New England come for sympathy and neighborly advice.  Through her work, Debbie has heard from countless women who are ignored, belittled, or even abused by their husbands, and Debbie does her best to guide them in the right direction.   Or at least, she did.

These days, Debbie's life seems to be spiraling out of control.  She just lost her job, something strange is happening with her teenage daughters, and (according to the tracking app she installed on her husband's phone) he is keeping secrets.

Now, Debbie's done being the bigger person.  She's done being reasonable and practical.  It's time to take her own advice and time for payback against all the people in her life who deserve it the most.  What happens when women finally choose to take justice into their own hands?  Get YOUR hands on a copy of this book and find out for yourself.

"Keep on keeping on," the author says

Affirmations of a Dissenter ~ by C. Joseph Sprague, 2002, theology, 112 pages

"I began to question the literal approach to scripture," Sprague says on page 9.  He affirms his trust in and commitment to unconditional love for all humankind, and dissents from some beliefs and positions long espoused by certain religious institutions, particularly United Methodism, his own denomination.  He deals with issues such as biblical authority, the humanity and divinity of Jesus, and homosexuality, stating what he affirms, where he dissents, and how he suggests change and progress in each case.  He calls people of God to seek to work in the spirit of Jesus, even when — especially when — doing so goes against the culture of the day.  He stresses internal spiritual nurture and external mission and justice-seeking outreach as vehicles for congregational renewal.

Week in Review

• On Monday, I mused about quotes from a book, HERE.
• I wrote about Jodi Picoult's newest book on TWOsday, HERE.
• Wonderful Wednesday's book HERE, was about a paperback book from National Geographic about cats, as I've just taken in another one.
• My Thursday Thoughts were about the nearby library sending their Book Bike to Crown Center, HERE.
• My Book Beginnings on Friday, HERE, was about a 646-page book.
• My new cat's post for Caturday, HERE, mentions using her claws on my sofa.

Hosted by Deb at Readerbuzz

Caturday post

Sorry, I'm running a little late with posting for Caturday, but I've been looking online at stuff like I've pictured above (and thinking about ordering in Bonnie's name).  It's only fair, I think, that she should get me something like this, if she doesn't like that I've been sharpening my claws on her sofa.  Don't you agree?

Recommended to me, but isn't 656 pages too long?

Beginning with the Prologue

September 1933 ... Downtown Drugstore had a bell on the door that made a single tink sound when you opened it.  Oxford Pharmacy had two bells on its door so it was more of a ta-tink, though nothing to startle over.   But the Gathright-Reed Drug Co. door bore a foot-long strip of brass sleigh bells on its knob, which, when turned, sent metal balls clanging to announce somebody's coming in the dang store so you better turn around and look see who it is.  And if you did, you'd see me.

The Calamity Club ~ by Kathryn Stockett, 2026, historical fiction (Mississippi), 656 pages

Abandoned by her mother one Christmas Eve, eleven-year-old Meg Lefleur has learned the hard way to rely on no one.  Now one of the unadoptable "big girls" at the Lafayette County Orphan Asylum, she fights each day to keep her spirit unbowed.  Birdie Calhoun, unmarried and outspoken, has come to Oxford to ask her socialite sister to help the struggling family she’s left behind.  But as the Depression tightens its grip, Birdie discovers her sister’s seemingly charmed life is a tapestry of lies.

Then, Birdie encounters Charlie, a woman running low on luck with little left to lose.  When their fates — and Meg’s — converge, Charlie comes up with an audacious plan for them to take control of their lives.  But in a place and time where hypocrisy is rife and women’s freedom is fragile, even the smallest act of defiance can have dangerous consequences.  The Calamity Club will make you laugh, cry, and cheer — an epic testament to underestimated women who know that calamity can be the spark of new beginnings.  This is Kathryn Stockett at her most confident, heartfelt, and hilarious — the triumphant return of one of the most beloved storytellers of our time.