Sturgis, I'm very sorry that many members of your family were horribly erased in the Holocaust. I grew up surrounded by people who suffered mightily from it. My mother's casual response to my questioning her about it was a surprise.
When I rediscovered the spoon, I felt extreme discomfort. Didn't know what to do. It disappeared for several years. I didn't think about it. When it reappeared, my reaction was that I was glad to see my old chocolate pudding spoon.
I'm sorry that my sentimentality offends you. I have very few happy memories of my mother. The spoon is connected to one of them. I'll hang onto it. My heirs will have to decide what to do with it.