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Hindenberg

My mom's possible role in the immolation of the Hindenburg

In 1937, I was a nine-year-old living on the fifth floor of a six-story walkup in the Bronx. One warm day, I went to open the kitchen window and I heard a great deal of noise from the street below. When I looked down, I saw a crowd of people staring up at the sky and pointing.

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