||My father, my mentor, Josef Rotner, born in 1888.
Killed by the Nazis, may their names be erased
(the date is unknown).
My mother, my mentor, Ester Rotner, born in 1892.
Was killed together with my father
My sister, Pola Rotner, died in the
Warsaw Ghetto in 1942.
She was married and her husband was Cymerman.
My brother, Fajwel Rotner
Killed in the last akzia from Dabrowa to Auschwitz
My brother, Natan Rotner
Killed in the Bernau camp in 1942
My brother, Szymon Rotner
Killed in Auschwitz
|My parents, brothers and sisters
A Small Eulogy
To the sad lot of what happened to the Jewish community in Dabrowa, to walk in
the last journey together with other Jewish communities of Poland, you, my dear
parents, brothers and sisters, took part and you paid the full blood ransom
to the German murderers.
You, my father, Reb Josef Rotner, who was known as a Chassid of Gur, whose
noble family descendants could be traced through the generations to the holy
Sfat Emet [words of truth]. What did your lips murmur while you stood eye to
eye with the cruel Amalek? I know that you accepted your sentence without
questions or answers; you were a humble Jew, never leaving the righteous path,
your eyes were always directed to the Bet Hamidrash [synagogue], to do G-d's
work, to prayers on Shabbat and Holidays, to the shtibel of Lajbel Strzegowski,
where you were the permanent Ba'al Tefilah [the cantor of a small shtibel]
during the High Holidays. Perhaps you had closed your eyes during one of your
prayers? Perhaps, instead, they prayed for revenge for the innocent blood that
was spilled for nothing?
And you, my dear mother Esterl, who went in the same ways as my father, one of
the thousands of Jewish mothers. How can I carry the burden of life and not
look at your warm, smiling face, which always encouraged and awakened respect?
May these lines serve as a memorial, as a Kaddish for one of the families of
our annihilated Jewish community.