Essay on Holocaust Museum

870 Words May 3rd, 2012 4 Pages
Holocaust Museum

My Mom, my cousin and I all went to the Holocaust Museum in Richmond. Upon arriving at the museum the outside of the building looked a little scary, because all the windows had boards and locks on them. As we went in the building we went to the information desk and this older man told us that the museum was built by survivors of Holocaust that ended up living in Richmond many years later. He then told us to go into the video room and watch the video and then come back and they would tell us what to do from there. The video was of four survivors telling their reasons for building the museum and telling the stories of the Holocaust. The reason for the museum is because the survivors are getting older and they do
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We were scared because as we got closer the door opened by itself and it was real dark so I gave my mom the flashlight that is on my phone and she went in first and there was another sign that said enter and pointed down and we had to crawl through a tunnel as we got in the tunnel and turned a corner there was a family hiding in there this is what they called hiding places they were hiding from the Nazi’s underground. We then entered the Box car and seen how much room they had to travel in the trains on the way to the concentration camps. Then we entered this other room that really scared me because the door we went in slammed behind us and we were in the gas chamber then the next door slammed and we were in the crematorium. Then we walked through a hall that had pictures of the Jewish behind a barbed wire fence and they were smiling and cheering. I asked my mom why do they look so happy and she said because they are being liberated the Russians and the US army was there to save them.
Just when I thought the sadness was over we went into another room that was a Memorial for all the children that were killed and over the intercom you just heard names and on the screen you would see pictures of the children flashing. It was very sad my mom, my cousin and I stood there just watching and listening I seen tears coming down my mom’s face. Then we went into the Liberation room which looked like the senate on TV in Washington DC. You pressed this button and

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