{"id":373,"date":"2015-08-30T03:34:06","date_gmt":"2015-08-30T03:34:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=373"},"modified":"2015-08-30T03:34:06","modified_gmt":"2015-08-30T03:34:06","slug":"would-they-live-or-die-in-auchwitz-this-was-the-quiestion-cheryl-freier-wrote-in-the-book-about-her-husband-martin-freier-and-his-family","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/would-they-live-or-die-in-auchwitz-this-was-the-quiestion-cheryl-freier-wrote-in-the-book-about-her-husband-martin-freier-and-his-family\/","title":{"rendered":"Would They Live Or Die In Auchwitz&#8211;This Was The Quiestion.  Cheryl Freier wrote in the book about her husband, Martin Freier and his family"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Joseph And His Family Knew That The End Was Near When They Were Crammed Into the Boxcar<br \/>\nOn page 49, the reader is presented with Joseph Freier\u2019s thoughts:  \u201cJoseph and his family had been put into one of the end cars, by chance; they stood in the middle of the car, holding each other\u2019s hands and closing their eyes.  They were convinced that this was the end for them.  In the train were a few remaining members, close members of Joseph Freier\u2019s family; but in this train there were over 32 members of Anna\u2019s family, sisters, and their families, and her father.  They all waited in anticipation for the sound of the wheels to start.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Joseph And His Family Knew That The End Was Near When They Were Crammed Into the Boxcar On page 49, the reader is presented with Joseph Freier\u2019s thoughts: \u201cJoseph and his family had been put into one of the end cars, by chance; they stood in the middle of the car, holding each other\u2019s hands [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[444,221,211,445,75,61,222,329],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-61","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=373"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":374,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373\/revisions\/374"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}