Regarding the most tragic period of the annihilation
of the Jewish community in Staszów in the years: 1942-1944
by Szmuel Szaniecki, Łódź
Translated by Ken Blady
Summer 1942. Almost three years into Hitler's occupation. Years of difficult struggle, anguish and suffering, dread and fear, by day and by night; years of endless harsh decrees and persecution, terror, looting, and murder; years in which the life of every Jew was delivered over to the whims of every German murderer.
Tortured, bloodied, dejected, physically and morally afflicted under the horrible occupation, the Jewish community in Staszów, which in the summer of 1942 included refugees from Warsaw, Łódź, Kraków, and other localities, numbered at that time more than seven thousand souls, and they were herded into a narrow, locked-up ghetto.
The supervisor implementing the ghetto decrees upon us and the surrounding region was the Nazi-murderer Obladin. Eichmann and his henchmen had sent him to serve as a specialist in Jewish affairs. Together with the Gestapo and the S.D. this well-schooled murderer with shrewd perfidiousness, this glutton, while setting up the ghetto, was engaging in extortionist activities against the Jewish community and in exchange promising to expand the ghetto tract and not having it locked up. This promise, like all other Nazi promises, turned out to be nothing more than cheap cynicism.
The ghetto became a nest of indescribable suffering, hunger and epidemic diseases. The communal relief institutions in the ghetto (cooks, infirmary, etc.) were intermittently and only to a very small degree able to alleviate the suffering of the impoverished, tortured people. Day in, day out hundreds of people were constrained to engage in forced labor (as rock splitting, highway workers, and other kinds of oppressive labor), in order to satiate the great hunger pangs.
Terror, pillage and murder became a daily occurrence. Panter (from Frankfurt-am-Main), the chief of Schupo (Schutz-Polizei) in Staszów, would make the rounds of the ghetto streets with a pistol in hand, shooting away left and right. This particular murderer kept in bondage two young boys, about ten to twelve years of age, because they had supposedly broken into a German depot where stolen Jewish things were kept, and then commanded that their parents be brought before him. And while the parents, Meir Kuperberg and his wife Mashkeh (I can't remember her family name), appeared before him this blood-thirsty murderer shoved them up against the wall and shot them. Only the twelve year old Kuperberg, one of the two detained youths, managed to escape. (The murder was carried out in the market by the house of Elias Pomerancblum). This same Nazi beast murdered three Jewish women, who were standing right next to the ghetto boundary. From his bloody hands there were many martyrs in the Staszówer ghetto.
A frequent guest in Staszów was the popular murderer, the Gestapo man, Pan Malutki (Mr. Small; his headquarters was in Tarnów). When he would appear in the shtetl there would be immediately cause for alarm among the Jews. Everyone would crawl into a hiding place in order not to fall into the hands of this vicious Angel of Death.
Terrorizing the Jewish communal leadership he forced them to provide him with precious metals, clothing, fabrics, etc., every time he visited the shtetl. On one occasion, after leaving a restaurant, he shot a Jew named Lichtenstein who was passing by (he was a refugee from Warsaw). On another occasion he butchered two Jewish survivors of the Mielec massacre.
Acquaintances and strangers, from nearby and from afar, Gestapo and the S.S., gendarmes and Volksdeutsch (Resler and his bands and those from the village of Przeczów by Połaniec) attacked and tortured us, plundered and robbed, and engaged in murder.
During this same period when the extermination campaign went into high gear throughout the land when the criminal Nazi nation commenced with great viciousness and shrewdness its well thought-through plan for annihilating the Jews in this atmosphere of perpetual fear and dread, of hovering between life and death, no one had even the slightest illusion. Everyone knew that the so-called rooting out campaign in actuality meant total annihilation, and that this was explicitly the objective of the degenerate, unscrupulous enemy.
Consultations Regarding an Uprising
In this tragic time of great tension there still pulsated in us the yearning for a harmonious life. Representatives of all ideological stripes in our shtetl joined together and engaged in consultations, seeking to find ways to save our lives; principally, the issue of engaging the enemy in open armed warfare was brought up in discussion. Right here, I want to commemorate those of our comrades and friends who were actively involved in these consultations and who are no longer among the living: Mendel Szpiner, Chaim Frydman, Mottel Pomerancblum, Ramek Segal, Elimelech Beser, Moshe Nisengarten, Moshe Aaron Sztalryt, Tzvi Lewowicz, David Sznifer, and Israel Band.
During the war years Tzvi Lewowicz lived for a while in Warsaw, among the chalutzic circles, where a Jewish combat organization began to crystallize. Upon returning to Staszów he devoted his time to organizing an active rebellion.
A good number of our yishuv, mostly the youth, were imbued with a spirit of combat, to retaliate tit-for-tat during the rooting out period, and raise the dignity of their oppressed and dehumanized fellow Jews. It was becoming increasingly clear that an act of rebelliousness would bring about a swift and brutal retaliation with the intention of total annihilation.
However, in order to follow through in this campaign of resistance, two basic conditions were necessary, but which were woefully lacking in Staszów.
Other than the above, there were two other factors both positive which drew the attention of the active section of the fatigued Jewish community among the youth in their naïve faith that one could save one's naked life. These factors were the following:
Before the Aussiedlung (Resettlement / Evacuation)
In the meantime the word was spread of the murderous German death marches. Well-calculated and with cold brutality the enemy was planning to bask in the act of annihilation. The brutes concentrated the Jews in one area. The Jews from the surrounding shtetlech and villages were driven into our ghetto.
In the ghetto things are in upheaval; a terrible panic prevails. Jews are hiding things in the cellars and the attics. Devout Jews are lighting candles and praying. On these tragic days an officer from the S.S. would visit us daily in Miechocin, near Sandomierz, and spread the lying propaganda, that the Jews from the surrounding cities were sent off to the eastern provinces for work and their lives are quite satisfactory, and also that the Staszówer Jews will be sent to work there. At every opportunity the S.S. murderers would rob from Jews, whatever they could help themselves to. Together with the Schupo Kommandant Eleman (from Frankfurt-am-Main), they vandalized Jechiel Milgram's store and apartment, stole his entire fortune, dragged Milgram before the city captain's headquarters, detained him and had him tied up all day to his auto. In the end they hurled him into the city-jail, where he was incarcerated until the day they put an end to him.
8 November 1942
This was the day whose arrival we were in morbid fear of, which chilled the blood of every Jew and became a tragic fact. On this day the annihilation-band under the leadership of the bloody murderer Schild, from Radom, arrived at the shtetl to carry out the evacuation with the utmost brutality, which the human imagination can't even begin to imagine.
The hundreds of holy martyrs who were annihilated during this murderous day of destruction, were buried in a common mass grave in the cemetery.
Shortly afterwards, the Hitler barbarians demolished the martyrs' grave, with the intention of wiping out any trace of their genocidal atrocities.
Excruciatingly terrible was the pain of those who had survived. Before our very eyes there stood incessantly the horrific image of this now wiped-out Jewish community, who only yesterday were driven to their mass destruction.
But soon afterwards the Nazi scum proceeded with their devilish work. Depraved Polish elements, criminal types, were lurking for Jewish lives, and Jewish blood was again flowing without interruption. They would spy on and ferret out Jews in hiding and then hand them over to the Nazi murderers. Every day Jews were being dragged out of bunkers, led to the cemetery, and murdered. There were also cases of grenades being thrown into the discovered hiding places (the family of Goldgrub). In the forests, fields and along the roads there were roving bands of thieves and criminal bands who robbed every Jew they encountered and then murdered them. Hundreds of Jews died at their hands.
After all these nightmarish days of mass murder after the liquidation of the sheep, whose people were led off to Poniatowa, in the province of Lublin, and were massacred there; after, too, the outrageous trap that the Nazis set up for the unfortunate illegal Jews, in the so-called Jewish State in Sandomierz we remained a small bunch: 250 souls in the Emler lager, and about as many in the forests and in the hideouts.
Among others the Emler laborers were occupied also on the roads, very close to the Golejów Forest, in this way having the means to stay in constant touch with our forest brothers, to assist them in any way we could, in their tragic hopeless situation. In the meantime the conditions of the Emler laborers within the work-camp deteriorated day by day. The lager leaders, the Nazi folks Eimer, Buge, Mejdanek, and Geschel perpetrated the gravest atrocities against us utilizing the most degrading methods. Together with the Schupo-folks they would assault us in the winter nights, drag us out of the couch and detain us half naked in the snow and frost for many hours within the work-camp, maltreating and torturing us. Sometimes these sadistic acts ceased with the handing over of redemption money. If we want to have some rest, the Lager-Führer revealed to us the secret, we have to pay exorbitantly for it. With the extorted loot the murderers made merry, and then proceeded to once again attack and murder. And this is how our suffering in this state of bewitchment seemed to stretch on with no end in sight.
In the winter months the situation of the hidden Jews in the forest was even more tragic. It was especially difficult for women and children. The footprints on the snow would easily give away those in hiding. For this reason it was extremely difficult to forage for food. The fear of starving to death constrained many Jews to return to the city, and camp out in the ravaged Jewish houses, even though the home-grown hoodlums and snitches were lurking for Jewish life step by step. Those who had loved ones in the Emler lager checked out the vacant surrounding houses, and hid in the cellars and attics, in order to have the gratification of closeness to their family members.
The results didn't take long. One day in January, in the late evening hours, lying there on the couches, we shuddered upon hearing the vicious, murderous noises that were reaching us from outside. A collective shudder shook our bodies. We sensed that something terrible was happening outside. Some of us went out to the gate of the ghetto and we took sight of a horrific scene. The Hitler beasts, with rifles in hand, were driving a group of Jews to the magistrate, and throwing them into the city jail. Among the martyrs we recognized: Israel Olster and his wife and daughter, and the wives and children of Zissel Dula and Moshe Fiszman.
This group of martyrs had hidden out in the lairs of Herszel Wagner's home. Local criminal elements spied them out and handed them over to the Hitler murderers. The next morning, a couple of us edged up close to the jail, in order to serve the unfortunate ones some food. This was a horrific thing to endure leading to insanity. It was a terribly grievous thing for the soul, when our eyes made contact. It was very difficult, virtually impossible, to find words of consolation for people over whom the Angel of Death was hovering. After detaining them for three days under conditions of excruciating pain, the murderous S.S. folks from Opatów arrived and, leading the martyrs out to the cemetery, mowed them down. When the reverberations of the massacre arrived to the lager, we did our best to try to console the fainting hysterical men, fathers and children of the murdered holy ones.
Eimer Accuses Us of Demoralization
A new contingent of gendarmes arrived to the shtetl. Soon these bloody murderers wanted to show what they were capable of. Together with the Schupo and some Lager-Führers they perpetrated acts of plunder and murder. When they would attack us, one segment of the band would hold us in place and torture us, while the second group would ransack our beds, robbing us of the last bit that we had squirreled away for bread. Among those who were killed during these acts of bestiality were Leibush Sznifer, Eliyahu Winer and Mrs. Miriam Dambrowska.
The families of these Nazi animals were as depraved as the fathers. On the occasion when the Lager-Führer Eimer brought his fourteen-year-old son Helmut as guest, this young hoodlum would daily strap a rifle to his shoulder, and together with the Schupo murderers would go out into the city and into the forests and shoot down Jews. During one of these bloody actions, near the lager, Chaim Wincygster was martyred at the hands of these bloody murderers. Oftentimes, in the evening hours, this young degenerate, with revolver in hand, would enter the lager and break into the women's compartment. Eimer would accuse us of demoralizing his son, and for this caused us lots of tzuris. At the same time Eimer removed the sickly 17-year-old Gershon (I can't remember his family name) dragged him out to the graveyard and shot him. Our pleas and prayers to spare him were in vain. His craving for Jewish blood impelled him to carry out this dastardly deed, in order to satiate his pathological lust for murder.
At the same time that some Volksdeutschen captured Sarah Frydman in the field and threw her into the city jail the same day it was fortuitous for her son Dr. Elias Frydman (who survived and later lived out his years in America) to have encountered Schupo-Kommandant Eleman, and offered him a fat reward if he would free his mother and sister. One part of the deal the Nazi misfit fulfilled in full he showed up at the lager, took the agreed-upon bribe, and cash and other valuable things, but instead of freeing the two unfortunate women, that same evening he removed them from the prison and shot them in the magistrate's courtyard. In the end, tragically, nothing came of the self-sacrificing and perilous deed of Dr. Frydman.
The Kornblums (Shlomo and Etke) gave away their three-year-old child to have him hidden. On a certain day these Christian benefactors put the child out in the street. When the gendarmes found out about this they brought the child into the lager, placed him on a window and began to torment him with questions: What is his name, the names of the parents, where did he come from, does he have family in the lager, etc. After the interrogation the barbarians flung the child in a cellar-prison and the next morning cold-bloodedly murdered him.
For the directors of the Emler-firm (engineers Golick, Eisler, and sometimes the owner, the director Klein), it was not enough that Jews were working with no recompense and in inhuman conditions. With all kinds of deceptive means and threats to liquidate the lager if they won't receive lucre they were invariably able to extort from us money, valuables, and clothing. Naturally, we were interested in extending the existence of the lager in Staszów for as long as it was possible. We deprived ourselves almost of the last morsel in order to satiate the insatiable appetites of these Great Herren. But like all German pledges this also turned out to be…brutal lies.
In May 1943 one hundred men from the lager were sent to Kleczanów, in Sandomierz Province, a quarry which also belonged to the Emler firm. And a couple of weeks later, on the third of June, 1943, the lager in Staszów was completely liquidated. On the same day the Jews of Kleczanów were deported.
We Jump from the Trucks
With bitter hearts, morbidly fearful, we left the shtetl of our birth. First of all, we had no idea where these murderers were taking us, and what their intentions were. And second, we did a reckoning, that from this day forward the forest Jews would be cut off from the world abandoned! On the way we were escorted by the Gestapo and the gendarmes. With weapons in their hands they were riding in front and from behind in a number of vehicles.
It was a warm day, the sun was burning, and we were suffering from thirst. But no one wanted to forfeit one's life by having the chutzpah to beg for some water. Only after we had arrived to Opatów and a large number of our escorts left for a while in a restaurant a Polish woman handed us a bucket of water. While we were continuing on the journey, between Opatów and Ostrowiec, an empty truck arrived and the Gestapo folks commanded that all the women and a number of the men should get on the arrived vehicle. Incidentally, upon getting on board we received murderous beatings. Along the way we got our bearings that the Staszów vehicles were taking us to Skarżysko while at the same time the one that had just arrived was driving to Radom. We also noticed that, at the place of the Gestapo escort, we were being accompanied by labor police, who were sitting together with us, with weapons in their hands.
At that moment a number of us gave thought to running away. After the terrible news we had received from Staszów and Skarżysko, the fear of being sent to strange lagers was so great, we were thinking that, not withstanding the risk of getting killed, which was a very real possibility there was nothing more to lose.
At the first opportune moment the women had specially placed themselves opposite the murderers individually we started jumping out of the moving truck and ran into the fields. When the labor police first began to realize this they started shooting away, and as a result the following fell: Boguchwal, Lowczyk, and Goldsztajn. Eight men succeeded in escaping. Aaron Wajnbaum, Gabriel Mandel, Beryl Goldfarb, and the above-mentioned ran off, each in a different direction. Deep into the woods a band of hooligans managed to catch up with us, threatening to hand us over to the Germans if we didn't give them ransom money. Our pleas to leave us alone landed on deaf ears. Frisking us they took the little bit of food which everyone had, pulled off our boots and clothing, and took off. Trying to avoid similar encounters with robber-bands who were at that time infesting the road, we hid out among the crops and at night we wandered in the direction of Staszów.
Lying there among the crops, we noticed Gabriel Zyngier, from the Elmer lager, who had been deported from Staszów to Ostrowiec and managed to escape from there. That night now five altogether we wandered until we arrived to Bogoria. Exhausted, half-fainting, we plopped ourselves down in front of an isolated house out in the field.
We started going into convulsions when there suddenly appeared a man holding a revolver in his hand, and in a loud tone demanded that we get up and hold our hands up high. He searched us looking for weapons. His behavior towards us was full of hatred. An even greater fear and shudder pierced through us when we noticed that, not far from us, was a group of his gang, who were only waiting for his command. We pleaded with him to let us go. A woman also came out of the cottage and, standing up to him, told him to let us go. After giving thought to it for a considerable time, he commanded that we leave the town immediately and he went back to join his friends. Saved from great peril we took off immediately. The next morning we arrived at our destination: to our suffering friends in the forest.
Three Polish Bands
After having liquidated the lager, the Hitler-folks in Staszów had no access to the remaining Jews. But our life's-struggle was not rendered easier because of this. On the contrary, our actual, dramatic struggle to preserve our naked lives had just begun. Incomparably more than before, our lives were endangered by the local Polish bands, who threw themselves upon us from every direction. First, under the alleged influence of the London delegation there was an assignment at hand to annihilate, literally, all the remaining Jews. Their attitude to Polish liberal circles was one of enmity, and towards the Polish democratic underground it was outright vicious. Second hooligan bands of thieves, who murdered for the purpose of robbing. And third simply, depraved criminal elements who were occupied with spying and snitching on Jews, or would catch them themselves and hand them over to the Germans.
There were various motives as one can see from the above description, for these different bands: Ideological, thievery, and plain underworld. But the blind Jew-hatred was something they all had in common, and its tragic effect would have an impact on bringing about the systematic non-stop liquidation of Jewish life and also reduce the small cluster of survivors until the last possible moment.
With the onset of spring, we thought that life in the forest would be easier and more secure many Jews who had hidden themselves among the Poles deserted their platzuvkes and took off for the forest. In addition to the illusion of safety in the forest there were other mishaps, such as: shortage of money, Polish fears of continuing to hide Jews and, most of all, the Jews' fear of remaining with their irresponsible benefactors. All these helpless, non-practical people in the new forest environment were concentrated in large groupings, supposedly for security reasons. But soon there began to flare up once again the fatal hunt for Jewish souls. Masses fell as victims. In the course of only a short period the bandits' hand had cut down Tuchman's two daughters, Beser's two daughters, Mrs. Bernczwajg and her two children, Mrs. Sznifer, Sima Herszkowicz, Mrs. Tenenbaum, Sarah Troper, Dambrowski's two young girls, and many more. Abraham Gerszt and Meir Frydman were caught on the Rytwiańska road, their hands were bound, and they were dragged into town and handed over to the gendarme. Shimon Frydman (Matys Frydman's son) and his brother-in-law, Yehuda Erlichman, left the forest for the road to buy some food from some peasants passing by. Soon, some fascist misfit showed up and commanded his forest workers to detain them. Then, he took off on his bicycle and rode into the city to fetch the gendarme. Their fate was sealed. Shlomo Kornblum and his wife were handed over to the murderers and were shot while the young couple on the cemetery embraced and kissed. Melech Rosenberg was hiding out among the crops of the Staszów peasants. The informers brought the gendarme over and murdered him right there on the spot. Abraham Hauer went into the village to buy some food for a group of forest Jews. As soon as he walked into the cottage of a familiar peasant the bandits fell upon him, tied him up, threw him on a wagon, drove him to Staszów, and handed him over to the Angel of Death the gendarme. Koppel Rotenberg and his brother hid out for many months in the Golejów forest. When the hunger pangs became overwhelming they decided to go to the neighborhood where they were born the village Turska Wola. There, in their place of birth, they were attacked by their former schoolmates and murdered.
Under similar circumstances Beryl Goldberg and his wife paid with their lives seeking protection in their birth-place. The brothers Aaron and Mendel Wajnbaum also went off to familiar peasants to calm their hunger. Along the way, in the Adamówka Forest, some hooligan bands tortured and shackled them. Aaron managed to tear loose from their hands and disappeared. Regarding Mendel, the criminals dragged him to Staszów and handed him over to the gendarmes. These gendarmes, trying to extract information from him regarding details of other hidden Jews, took him back into the forest, while brutally torturing him. The wild murderous voices of the Nazi animals echoed across the whole forest. In addition, when they had given up trying to break their victim's morale, they took him out to the graveyard and shot him. On that same day a group of us Jews hid out in the same forest, thereby being living and powerful witnesses based on what we had heard of the horrible tragedy, which was playing out not far from us. When it turned dark we left the interior of the woods. From the edge of the forest we heard some movement between the trees. We started to shudder. However, it turned out to be the survivor Aaron. His first words to us were: Does anyone have any idea what happened to my brother? When he found out the bitter truth he broke out with a sorrowful cry. In similar circumstances the following were also murdered: Laser Szuldman, Jacob Rosencwajg, Leibush Wajsbraut, Isaiah Nisenzwajg, and many others.
In the summer of 1943 a clandestine hand murdered, at the bridge by the mill, the Staszów mayor, a collaborator and Hitler agent, Suchan, who was actively working with the Hitler folks, to annihilate the local Jewish community. Miscreant types ferreted out the two brothers Sznifer (Moshe Shlomo's sons), who hid out by an honorable Polish family, allegedly to carry out an assassination. Israel Szpiner and his wife and his brother were led out to the place where the assassination had taken place and in front of the spectators the gendarmes murdered all three martyrs.
In this way, day in, day out, Jewish life was streaming rivers of blood and their graves were sown and spread in the forests around Staszów.
Smaller Groups, Greater Safety
The nightmarish long summer days stretched on like for eternity. We, the still living, did an accounting of the tragic happenings. We understood that if the brutality in the forest and villages being perpetrated against the few orphaned Jews did not cease, we would all be condemned to die.
The murderous band took no respite from their dirty work, not even for one moment persecuting and lying in wait for Jewish shadows everywhere and anywhere their blood lust was able to reach. Hidden in a bunker in the forest by a peasant, we could never foresee when and at which time the mortal enemy would attack us. The disquiet, the terror of that black moment became so pathological that even when the trees rustled from the wind we thought that the wicked ones were pursuing us and then we, in our overexcited state, realizing that no one was chasing us, would leave our hiding places and scurry off to another edge of the forest. This is how day in, day out, chased and harassed from real or imagined enemies, we would run from one place to the next, and this would take a toll on our dear lives.
From our tragic experience we learned that the larger the group we are concentrated in this of course being a natural, personal need under the circumstances the greater the danger to our lives, making easier the devilish work of our enemies. So, for this reason we indeed did break up into smaller groups, with the meager hope that perhaps we would yet succeed in eluding their murderous hands.
Czajków an Island in a Sea of Enemies
Those who were saved in the forests tell about the village Czajków (ten kilometers from Staszów), the only place in the Staszów region where the tormented, hounded Jews encountered humane-human relations. Many of the peasants there embraced us heartily, helping everyone with word and deed.
One of the Righteous Gentiles there was the Polish schoolteacher Irena Dyrcz who later married Dr. Shlomo (Stephen) Frydman. This particular brave woman, who experienced the pain of tragic existence, was selflessly ready and willing to help Jews, whether in the village or in the forest, and more than once stood up to the Polish brutes with a weapon in hand to intercede in defense of Jews. She was also a courier between us and the city. Ms. Dyrcz was also summoned to the gendarme in Staszów, who threatened her with death for making contact with Jews. But this decent woman was fearless and never hesitant to carry out her good deeds. With her authority, assured manner, and her daring spirit, Pani Dyrcz wielded enormous influence on the village. So, for this reason, many of the surviving Jews waited and managed to reach the yearned-for and unbelievable liberation in the village Czajków, or in its immediate surroundings.
More than once did Czajków peasants defend and save Jewish lives. On a certain day fascists attacked the Czajków peasant Gawel, who was at that time hiding a group of Jews (the Frydman family, Simcha Rotenberg, his wife, two Eliaszewicz women, Israel Goldberg, Avigdor Cytrynbaum, and Yehuda Sztajnberg). Terrorizing the proprietors they demanded to be shown the bunker with the Jews. Gawel, seeking some means to save the Jews from certain death, warned the murderers that the Jews in the bunker were armed and would put up a fierce resistance. The great warriors beat a hasty retreat and brought in reinforcements, leaving two of their own to guard the cottage.
The family of Gawel was able to exploit this precious interlude. After getting the two guards drunk they let the men out of the bunker, while the women placed them on carts, masked them with garbage, took them out into the forest where the men had run to. When the larger contingent returned and found an empty bunker, they took their aggression out on Gawel, whom they gave a severe beating. These was the kinds of acts of rescue orchestrated by Teacher Dyrcz.
A second time, at night, a Polish robber-band assaulted a Hashomer Hazair group (Joseph Gruszka, Joseph Shash Sztajnberg, Paula Goldhar, Moshe Fuks and others) who were hiding out in a hut in the forest, not far from Czajków. Sztajnberg, who managed to escape from the bunker, immediately alarmed the villagers of the attack. In no time at all the peasant Gawel, the brothers Tutak, and others, with shovels and pitchforks in hand, set themselves upon the marauders and with force chased them away and saved the group.
With special satisfaction and gratitude we recount the stories of these decent groups of simple folks who, in the atmosphere of an all-devouring sea of pervasive wickedness, displayed the noblest form of humanity, backbone, and consequence even though their lives also were in great peril.
Days came and went oh, so slowly! The hunt for Jewish souls went on. On a dark September night a band attacked a peasant cottage, in South Czajków, and dragged out three Jews inside a bunker: Avigdor Cytrynbaum, Shifra Eliaszewicz, and Israel Goldberg. The latter was somehow able to successfully tear himself away from the murderers hands, while the other two were bestially murdered. Incidentally, these last two, only a short time earlier, were saved from certain death, during the attack on the peasant Gawel. In a second bunker, in the same house, were also hiding Yehuda Feldberg and Tzivia Eliaszewicz, whom the murderers miraculously were not able to discover.
October 1943 Simchas Torah
In the morning of Simchas Torah the Master Race invariably chose Jewish holidays for their depraved acts of barbarism Polish misanthropic snitches brought out the Staszówer gendarmes to the Golejów Forest, to show them the places where large groups of Jews were hiding. At the time the human skeletons, exhausted and half-naked, were still in a deep slumber. The Hitler-gang stealthily snuck up to them and began firing away. Only some six managed to avoid the hailstorm of bullets, which was coming at them from every direction, until the remaining, more than twenty martyrs, were killed on the spot: Zalmen Baum and his wife and daughter, Abba Wincygster's wife and son, Leibel Szwarc and his wife, Gross and his wife, Israel Eliezer Tenenbaum's wife, David Zylberman, and others. The fateful news of this mass murder arrived to us already that same day. Three men, Meir Bydlowski, Leibel Zylberberg (Piegacz), and this writer went off to the murder-place the following evening. Before our eyes we beheld the most ghastly macabre sight: A story-high pile of murdered martyrs! Holding back the terrible grief we silently, without words, gathered a pile of wood and lit a fire on the mass grave while Meir Bydlowski, trying to hold back choking tears, said Kaddish. Incidentally, after the war Leibush Wincygster performed an exhumation of the bones of the martyrs-grave at the cemetery in Sandomierz.
At this juncture, I would like to acknowledge the great sacrifice which friend Meir Bydlowski exhibited in various perilous situations, for all of the suffering brothers in the forest, and in the course of our wanderings in general. As a former lumber merchant, he was possessed of considerable knowledge and experience of the ways of the forest, as well as great resourcefulness, all of which he put at the service of the larger community of persecuted Jews, wherever he happened to come in contact with them. Never slowing down for anything, Bydlowski, as in normal times, so in times of great tribulation, was always ready to be of assistance, ready to put his own life on the line not just once in death's path.
11th November 1943
A whole circular year of murderous betrayal perpetrated against the small group of remaining Jews was still not enough to satiate the pathological blood-lust of the local murderers. They continued to savage and lurk for Jewish sacrifices, their objective being to bring the Hitlerian work to its conclusion.
Knowing of the friendly attitude of a segment of the Czajków peasants, these home-grown murderers, on the 11th of November, 1943, besieged the village and broke into the peasants' cottages scouring for Jews. Seeking to save ourselves from the hands of the murderers, as soon as it got dark outside, we scurried out of our bunkers in the village and ran into the woods. Others, who didn't know about these raiding bands, that same evening came from the forest, to find some food in the village. During this persecution-campaign seven souls lost their lives: Samuel Barsht Zylberberg and his wife, Shimon Frydman's two daughters, Jacob Fydman's wife, Shalom Mandel's daughter, and Pesach Goldfluss, Mordecai's youngest son. At about the same time Joseph Gruszka was also murdered. He had gone off to visit an acquaintance who lived in a cottage in the forest and there met his fate.
This tragic, bloody year 1943 went by. In early 1944 things became a little bit calmer. It seemed that our perennial fears and sense of hopelessness began little by little to dissipate and was supplanted with cautious optimism, and a hope to live for better times.
At that time we would often get together and talk about our present situation. We shared the good news about what was taking place at the front, and mutually encouraged each other with the belief that the day of liberation was approaching. Incidentally, one of the hallmarks of our encounters was our singing Jewish prayer-melodies and folksongs. Regrettably, our sense of equanimity proved to be premature. Our home-grown murderers were lusting after Jewish blood up to the very last moment. In April 1944 a group of us Jews met in Czajków. Among others: Simcha Rotenberg, Benjamin Goldberg, and Chaim Cynamon. Around midnight these three bade everyone farewell and were planning to head over to a peasant in the adjoining village Wólka, where they would hide out in a bunker. At the last moment Simcha retracted, because there was some suspicion that the place was not secure. Shortly thereafter we heard the reverberations of the shots in the direction where Benjamin and Chaim had gone off. Tragically, it turned out that as soon as they arrived to the peasant's cottage a Polish band was already lying in wait for them, which fired away and killed them. At that time two others from among those who were hiding out there were murdered: Leah Wolbromska and Paula Goldhar.
The pain and grief were excruciating. The military scenarios of those days, the news from the Soviet-German front, made obvious the unequivocal message that the great day of liberation was approaching. For this reason the loss of these four young souls was for us especially tragic and painful.
In the summer months of 1944, shortly before our liberation, the various Polish bands, glutted with their Jew-hatred, began to curtail their depraved murderous work, and crawled back into their lairs. But we, with unrelenting energy and vigilance, had to continue to hide from the wiles of our local mortal enemies, whose flaming hatred of us was burning indeed to the very last moment.
1st August 1944
The day of liberation finally arrived. On this day the Red Army crossed the Vistula onto our side, liberating the whole area around Staszów. Two days later, Staszów proper was also liberated and we left the forest and the village bunkers to experience freedom. With the refrain Am Yisroel Chai [the Nation of Israel Lives] and with a conviction of a better, more just world we, the orphaned remnant of the Holocaust, went back to living our lives.
But this feeling of joy of having made it to freedom and vengeance against the greatest, most vicious enemy of our many thousand years history was rendered grievous because of the boundless sorrow over the tragic fate of our dear and close ones, who were not alive to witness this day of vengeance against the Hitlerian tyranny.
The grievous total sum of this devilish reign of terror is: Of the more than 800 souls, who had run into the forest when Staszów was being demolished this is not including the several thousands from this destruction alone there survived after liberation only some 60 people! All the others, who fought and suffered, dreamed and hoped to survive to this great day, tragically, did not merit it, and their martyrs-graves are sown and spread as testimony over the fields and forests around Staszów.
To conclude: Just as we had recorded as much as our powers had withstood the brutal, inhuman atrocities of the Blond Beast, and, concurrently, the equivalent aggressive criminal behavior of a conspicuous segment of the Polish people towards us, a circumstance which reduced the surviving remnant of the German holocaust to a minimum; just as it is our holy duty to fulfill the last bequest of our martyrs: Never Forgive! Never Forget! we are at the same time obligated to acknowledge the only two remaining families in the way we did above regarding the Czajkówers who, with the greatest responsibility and sacrifice, in the course of that whole dark period from the day of destruction until liberation had hidden Jews in their own homes.
And these are the two: Szczeciński and her children, who in her home, near the train station, had hidden fifteen Jewish souls (of the families: Segał, Posmantier, Goldberg[-Piekarska], Wiener, and Band), and the rare, good-hearted Dajtrowski peasant family (on Rytwiańska Road), by whom there were seven survivors after the war Moshe Hauer and the members of his household, and Shimon Wolbromski and his wife.
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