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A House called Peace

Yesterday I went to visit the Beth Shalom Holocaust Memorial centre in Nottinghamshire.  Finding it is not trivial - there are exactly two brown signs for it, right at the entrance.  Maybe it is appropriate that, located in the sticks, you have to know where it is to find it... the friend I went with had been three times before and we still got lost!

The place is very quiet, and has beautiful gardens with rose bushes planted in memory of survivors and victims of the Sho'ah, along with a massive pebble cairn to remember the child victims of this, and other, genocides - Rwanda, Kosova, Cambodia...

Having visited many other exhibitions on this theme, and having researched it as part of my undergraduate work on political theology and Biblical studies (as one does!) there was no shock value.  Indeed, to be fair, the exhibition does work in that way, most of it is understated - a single recovered shoe is more poignant than enormous cases of them in other exhibitions.

The Journey is a wonderful interactive exhibition on Kindertransport, complete with the 'aroma' of chicken soup in the fanily dining room.  A fascinating means of engaging with history using fictive characters alongside genuine artefacts and oral history.  It was interesting to compare the experiences of the kindertransport children to those of (at least some) English wartime refugees (this isn't done in the exhibition, rather in my mind).

An important resource for Jews and Minims (honourable/righteous or otherwise) alike.  Well worth a visit if you're in the area

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