Sidney SmithYes I recall well. In growing up we were surrounded by people in our lives that wore those green sometimes blue numbers. Our tailor our grocer our milk man. This is not remote history for us, but a living memory.
Sylvia LewisYes. Especially our bakery! Our mom became friends with these bakery ladies, who all had these green or blue tattooed numbers. They remained our family friends long after our mom passed.
Daniel FintonIf you remember the Mill Luncheonette, up by Columbia, before it became a Korean restaurant. A waitress there was the first person I ever met with camp number s on her arm.
Chris KerchumAnd a dishwasher at Portland State used to grab unopened butter patties off the trays. I asked why, somebody told me she had been in the concentration camps
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