There are those who say that there's too much about the Holocaust. To correct this obvious lack of balance, one must do what one can to keep alive the memory of what happened to people then.
10 & 11. Dina Godschalk and Count Henry de Menthon, respectively, rescued and rescuer - the latter just honoured posthumously by Yad Vashem as Righteous Among the Nations:
Born Claire Farhi, one of seven children of parents Salomon and Emilie-Djemila Farhi, Godschalk was sent with her siblings to seek refuge outside of Paris in 1943, when persecution of Jews began to escalate in France. [She] and two of her siblings were rescued by dedicated agency Secours National, who placed them in the homes of local residents of the town of Saint Loup le Gray. Claire was driven to the house of de Menthon's gardener Mr. Vauthier. Remembering her father's caution not to forget she was Jewish and not to allow herself to become separated from the two brothers with whom she was evacuated, Claire refused to go.
The Count, who was also the village Mayor came to investigate the problem and himself took the three children in to his chateau where they remained until the end of the war.
12. Eli Zborowski, a supporter of Holocaust memorializtion:
Eliezer Zborowski was born in Zarki, Poland, on Sept. 20, 1925. In 1939, at the war's beginning, Nazis confined his family in a ghetto they created for Jews. Taking advantage of his fair complexion and forged papers identifying him as a gentile, Mr. Zborowski acted as a courier between the ghetto and other Poles opposed to the occupiers.
When the Nazis' program to exterminate Jews and other minorities began in 1942, the ghettos were liquidated. Mr. Zborowski and his family were hidden by Christians in an attic and a chicken coop. His father was separated from the family and shot while trying to escape from a German work camp.
13. Beatrix Westheimer:
I was born in Berlin... in 1933, the year Adolph Hitler came to power. Realizing the dangers, my parents fled to Brussels when I was 5.
To protect me, their only child, my parents gave me up to two Catholic rescuers, women in a nearby village. I will always remember my father crying as he said goodbye. I felt abandoned.
I became a visibly hidden child, a "visiting niece." I was converted to Catholicism along with my cousin, Henri, who joined me...
... My father was killed in a daring attempt to escape from a transport to Auschwitz, while my mother, recaptured, perished on the way. Both were 40 years old.
(For an index to the whole series, see here)