Translated by Yael Chaver
Levi Grossman, born in 1916, was the son of Yoysef Leyb and Khayele and a grandson of Avrom Meir, who was famous in Kurow for his piety and stubbornness. He was a grain merchant in the villages, and had five sons and four daughters. Yoysef-Leyb, the third of the five sons, was also active in the community, first in the Mizrachi organization and later in the Agudas Yisroel in which he served as council member, and community treasurer in 1934-1938. He was a hasid of Rabbi Shloymele Eiger of Lublin, and often went to stay with him. Levi's parents lived in their own house in the hoyvilitse and made a living by milling and flour commerce. In his youth, Levi Grossman studied in the bes medresh like all his peers. He was a member of Tze'irei Agudas Yisroel.
Lecho Dodi Chanted No More
It was a few days before the historic date of September 1, 1939. The Jews were already aware that the menace of war was closing in. The only two radios in the town, one in the house of Meir Tsodek and the other belonging to Yitzchok in the tavern, were the source of all news. Jews on their way to synagogue in the morning, carrying their tallis and tefillin under their arms would bring the news. Obviously, religious studies on those days were not normal. This was hardly surprising: most Jews remembered the horrors of the earlier war.
On Thursday, the day before September 1, 1939, the radio announced that Germany had declared war. Early Friday morning the news from the radio was that several locations in the country had already
been bombed. What to do? People gather in circles in the market and the bes medresh. The womens' preparations for Shabbat are already frenzied. Shloyme Tevl, may God avenge his blood, dons his shtreiml and heads to the Friday evening service, his head downcast. Lecho Dodi is not sung in the usual way; people just say the words tunelessly. No Shabbat dinner songs are heard from the windows of Jewish homes. Everyone is gloomy and dispirited. On Saturday morning, word comes that the Demblin bridge has been bombed and destroyed. This is actually very near our town. Prayers on Shabbat morning are hasty, as people want to return to their homes and families as quickly as possible. It is hard to swallow the second Shabbat meal. We go to visit our old grandfather, Nosn Dovid, to see how he's doing. But on the way we hear
that the Puławy train station also been bombed by now. In other words, disaster draws nearer. Afternoon studies in the bes-medresh were dropped; gathered in groups and circles. There were some attempts at jokes, which fell flat. The menace was creeping closer. That night, no one sleeps. Each bit of news is discussed endlessly and passed on, and there is also much exaggeration.
The Polish government declares a general mobilization. Everyone is ready to go the front to fight the Germans. The first evacuation of Jews from the neighboring town of Puławy, 16 kilometers away on the Vistula River, makes a somber impression. The evacuated Jews find temporary quarters with the Jews of Kurow; people huddle up to make room for the refugees.
The End of the Markuszow Market. The Army Flees
The army marches, with its weapons, on the road to Lublin. This supports the notion that a counter-offensive will be mounted at the Vistula. All the surrounded towns are in danger. The necessities of life become expensive. Jews would like to fight this on moral grounds, but when the Polish Commissar hears that Levi Yitzchok Khadak is raising the price of kerosene, his shop and warehouse are closed and sealed up. Jews have different opinions; some pity him while others say that it serves him right. But fear of what's coming drowns out everything else.
Although no one is able to sleep Sunday night either, people gather up their courage to go to the Markuszow market on Monday. After all, the market is the main basis of the Kurow Jews' livelihood. But the market is dispersed by the police. Everyone is afraid of a bombing raid that can lead to loss of life. People with carts barely manage to push their way through to go back home. There are enormous waves of travelers together with soldiers; it is hard to judge which group is larger, the army or the civilians. The police try to steer the army towards Lublin and the civilians towards Lubartüw. But the civilians run haphazardly, not knowing where they're going.
When the Jews of Kurow see this, they, too, start to pack, sling their bundles over their shoulders, and start to travel. By Tuesday, German airplanes were already flying over Kurow. The largest Polish army contingent, headed by General Rydz-Śmigły, was concentrated in the environs of Kurow.
Wandering Through Villages. The First Injuries
On Wednesday night, there a group of 50 airplanes flies over Kurow. The Jews, each in their own corner, start to ponder what to do. We have a family consultation at Yankev-Layzer's, and decide not to leave Kurow but rather to hide until the danger is past. Other families reach
the same conclusion (indeed, what else? We have been here for hundreds of years, where would we run?) People started roaming the surrounding villages. We hear terrible bomb explosions from Kuzmir as well as near Kurow. This increases the general panic. Early Friday morning, Yankev-Leyzer's family as well as ours leave for Boguszow. The same day, September 8, the Jews of Kurow experience their first real disaster: there is a terrible bombardment of Kurow and its vicinity. The bombs cause fires, and all four corners of the town start to burn. Fire engulfs the whole town, spreading from house to house, consuming all the possessions that people have worked for over years, over generations! Among the wounded are Moyshe Lerman's daughter, and Shmuel Hanishman's son Itche, whose arm was broken. The wailing and shrieking was terrible. We stayed in Boguszin for the entire Shabbat. Right after Shabbat was over, my father rushed to see what had happened to our old grandfather Nosn Dovid; he finds him sitting in the meadow, together with other Jews.
This is how the long-settled town was scattered to the winds, though still clinging to the vicinity. When the fires die down for a while, the catastrophe is clear: the town had turned into a pile of ashes. Not one house was untouched. The bes-medresh, the synagogue all was an ash heap.
Identifying My Dead Brother by His Hasidic Sash
On Sunday, my brother Moyshe, of all people, feels that he wants to go to Kurow and see what has happened to the town. By dusk, evening he still hasn't returned. We start to be uneasy. I rush to Kurow he isn't there. I dash to Markuszow and don't find him there either. I can't relax. I run out again at 2 a.m. Many dead bodies lie on the road, mostly of soldiers. I can't imagine that he's there, among the dead. I return home, empty-handed. But when news comes from Reb Yankl, the son of Mates, the rabbi of the town, that a killed child has been found on the road with a Hasidic sash in his pocket, my father goes to Yankl to find out. He immediately recognizes the sash. The disaster has happened. My father returns home, and the nightmare began to weigh on our souls. That was our first sacrifice. We prayed together on Rosh HaShone, weeping more than praying, begging for a new year that would bring us consolation and rescue.
The Polish forces are fleeing, deserting. The German power is incredibly superior. They have taken Lublin. Clearly, the notion
that the German army would stop at the Vistula was wrong. They continue to march on victoriously and have already reached the Bug River. There are no soldiers in our town. The Polish army has left and the German forces have not yet come. The family begins to disperse. Yankev-Leyzer leaves Boguszyn and goes to his daughter and son-in-law in Belzec. My father and mother, and the rest of us, go to Markuszow, to our in-law Khayim-Yoyneh Kintkorn. Yehoshua, my father's brother, stayed in Boguszyn for a while longer, but later also left for Końskowola. This is how our family became scattered to the winds, and each had to bear the burden and trouble separately, according to individual fate.
Cutting off Beards, Wearing the Yellow Star
The German troops slowly start to appear, and take Markuszow. They force their way into a small synagogue, where prayers are under way. They don't harm us, but we are overcome with terror. Gradually, they start to demand that we clean the roadways and spruce up the streets. Following the first snows, after Sukkes, they start to cut off beards, and terrible incidents take place. They beat us brutally with sticks. The German military headquarters is in the courtyard. German SS forces come, and issue the command that beards must be shorn. Any Jew they encounter is beaten savagely. Jews are forbidden to go to the villages. The winter is fiercely cold. Despair starts to torment us.
Eight families gathered at the new marketplace, at the home of Yankl Faynshmid (Belzecer). Among them are Mekhl Tenenboym, Shmuel Yitzkhok Naymark and his son-in-law Oyzer Grossman (Yankev-Leyzer's son). The SS knock on the door after midnight, and, without giving a reason, pull out Oyzer--a very delicate young manand fling him into the snow with such blows that he almost died in their hands. There were similar such victims daily. We start to wonder what to do to prevent this torture by the SS. The Jews of Kurow decide to bribe the SS soldiers. The money is to be handed over by a Polish volksdeutsche named Ulrich, who was a spy. He had settled in Kurow long before the war and opened a power station, serving the Germans in secret. Avromtche Goldberg gave him the money. It became somewhat calmer. From time to time they had to feed their sadism, but Jews could breathe a bit better.
Along with the command prohibiting Jews from leaving the town and traveling to villages, came the order forcing Jews to wear yellow stars. Any Jew on the street without a yellow star would be shot. Beatings and robbery became ordinary, daily occurrences. Yet into this full cup of troubles a few drops of joy came as well, in my own family, long may they live. I'm referring to my father's decision to have myself and my fiancee,
long may she live, be married. Guests from Kurow gathered, and Grandfather Nosn Dovid also came. We raised a toast to life, hoping that we would live to see salvation. In Markuszow, where my wife and I were living with my in-laws, things were relatively quieter. No unusual incidents had occurred up to that point.
We Celebrate the Passover Seder. The Germans Demand Girls
Passover was nearing. Several Jews gathered on Seder night at the home of Khayim the ritual slaughterer, to recite the Haggadah and perform the ritual. A few Germans knock on the door in the middle of the night. They say that it is a meeting. We explain that it is a festival. Their nasty eyes notice girls; they demand that the girls go with them. We are able to fool them by saying that the girls in the house next door are even prettier. When they go there and see a few elderly women, they become enraged and shoot Shloyme, Khayim's son, on the spot.
An order is issued for Jews to turn in fur garments. Kurow and its environs are required to supply 100 young people to drain the Janiszow swamps (near Josefow). Among those who answered this call were Avrom Honigsblum and a grandson of Nosn Dovid Migdalek (my grandfather), as well as Levi Yebitz (old Yebitz's grandson). They endured the three months of forced labor under difficult conditions and blows
The War Against the Russians Gives Us Hope
A better mood began as the war against the Russians broke out. The Jews were certain that defeat awaited the Germans in Russia, and that
|Levi Grossman, his wife Esther, and his sister Rivke|
would bring the end. But will we endure long enough to see this with our own eyes? It's hard to answer in the affirmative. Imaginations worked overtime. Someone says that if you go to the meadow and place your ear to the ground, you hear shots. That must be the Russians, returning fire. Many Jews ran to place their ears on the ground in order to hear the shots. The war with Russia drags on and on. The German army grows more and more brutal and sadistic. In the fall, a German soldier shoots Moshe Dovid Ritser's son for no reason. The Jewish population grows even sparser. At Purim of 1942, we hear the terrible news that there had been a selektion in Lublin. Many groups of Jews were selected and sent away. No one knows where they were sent to. We started hearing similar bad news from other places. It seems that the Germans have decided to murder the Jews.
What Will Happen to All the Jews Will Happen to Me As Well
There was no longer any thought of Purim. Everyone was thinking about how to save himself and survive the murderous hands. On the last day of Passover, the disaster hit our town as well. An order was issued for all the Jews of Kurow to gather at the marketplace. The elderly, the sick, and pregnant women were shot on the spot. Those remaining, except for a few who succeeded in escaping and hiding, were taken to Końskowola labor camp. They were held there for two days, and then sent to Belzec, where they were murdered. All the Jews of Markuszow were also assembled on the last day of Passover. Five hundred able-bodied young people are selected, and the rest are taken to Nałęczów. I begged my parents: Flee, hide, why should you go to certain death? But my father replies, What will happen to all Jews will happen to me as well. I want to be with all the rest of the Jews. So it was that I was left without father and mother. It was only I, my sisters Khane-Taube, Rivke, Elke, Rokhl, and my brother Yankele. We fled to Garbów, where we went to a peasant acquaintance (Jan Wartac). For a sum of money, he rents us a place in his house where we can hide. We stay with him in this way for four weeks, until about Shavu'ot. At that time, people started to want to return to Markuszow, believing that the murders had stopped. We send Markuszow a gift of 60,000 zloty and return to the town. But we're not at peace there for long. Forced labor and murderous beatings begin again. Just before Shavu'ot of 1942 there is word that another selektion will take place. We rush to Garbów again, but by then
it was also impossible to stay in Garbów. The Poles are afraid to hide Jews. As soon as we got to Garbów, several Gentiles attacked us with blows. My sisters ran away, each to a different corner. We gathered again and thought about what to do. They say that Ulrich has set up a workshop and said that he would be responsible for anyone who worked with him; and would sustain him until the war was over. Many believed him, but we decided that it was better to go to Belzec (near Lublin), to our sister Khane-Toybe. On the way to Belzec we were attacked by a group of young Gentiles and beaten badly. I start to beg them to let us go on our way. We bought our way out for money, and one of them helped us get to Belzec. He led us and we followed him, all the way to Belzec.
Among Jews Proper: Your Jews, Our Jews
Khane-Toybe was murdered in 1942, along with her husband Yekhiel Honiksblum, on their way to Markuszow to search for us. Poles caught them and handed them over to the Germans, who shot them along with 43 Jews of Markuszow. Khane-Toybe was 25 years old, her husband was 26, and their little boy Shmuelele, was one year old. May God avenge them! In 1942, Grandfather Nosn-Dovid died. It was hard to weep for these catastrophes. Not having any news of our parents, we began to get used to the idea that they must have met the same end as all Jews. In the course of one day, all the sisters arrived in Belzec. Yankev-Leyser, Oyzer, and Yekhezkel also came. We ask each other the news, but hear only about torture and horror. Leyzer sobs, hearing about the fate of our parents. We weep together with them. Even our newborn daughter is no consolation.
|Levi Grossman's sister Khane Taube|
Now there is a German demand to supply 1500 Jews for Majdanek. They say that the Jews will only be working there. But we know by now that only death awaits them. Now, the spirits of the Belzec Jews sink. They, the regular residents, turn against the Jewish refugees in their town. They insist that the 1500 Jews be taken only from among the refugees. Leyzer starts to show signs of a nervous breakdown. We are powerless to help him. They start searching for all the newcomers. I hide in an attic. They didn't find us. We hear that the landowner Poluszanski, in the village of Tomaszowice, needs people for his workshop for the Germans. He brings
permission from Lublin for 17 people. For 500 zlotys, we create work certificates, and thanks to the intercession of Avremel Tomaszowicer we are taken to work, where we live together: I, my wife, my sisters and little brother, 17 families in all, as well as Avreml Oberklayd and his sister Feyge with her husband, Ber Latershteyn, and their little brother Dovidl, aged 12. My wife Esther and I start to work. At first, the work wasn't hard, but later we worked in the field, harder than any of the forobkes. But we were happy with the bit of work that we were given, although our cup of trouble was not yet full.
Our Two-month-old Child. Yankev-Leyzer Goes Mad
On Genesis Shabbat, after Sukkot of 1942, I had to go to the Sadurka railroad station to load a wagonful of cabbage. When I reach home in the early evening, our 17 families are weeping in despair. Everyone has been ordered to go to Belzec with the transport. We already knew that they were liquidating the remaining Jews. News had come that Jews had been burned or shot in Belzec. I consulted with my wife. What do we do? She says that we must not rush towards our death, and decide to flee. We wrap our two-month-old in a warm comforter, and run to Boguczyn at midnight, to a peasant acquaintance named Gnieczak. We knock on his door. He opens and stands there astonished. He listens to my request to stay under his protection for a few days. He hesitates, he can't, he's afraid, but I beg him, weeping. He's uncomfortable refusing, and agrees: only for a few days. In the meantime, we gradually link up with our sisters and little brother Yankele. We hear that after the Jews of Kurow were liquidated about 30 Jews settled in the labor camp supervised by Ulrich, the Volksdeutsche. The leader was Avromtche Goldberg. I send my sister Rivke to him, asking him to get me into the labor camp. He responds that he can't do that, but if I'll be near him in Kurow, he'll be able to do something eventually.
Germans keep coming to Boguczyn to requisition pigs and grain. They terrorize the village. Gnieczak reminds us constantly that we can't stay with him for long. We pick up at night and go, in pairs, to Kurow. First, we go to Avromtche Goldberg. Motl Zaltzberg helps us to find accommodations with a peasant who settled in Kurow and rebuilt a ruined house that had belonged to Jews. At about that time, our uncle Yankev-Leyzer arrived, with Yekhezkel Nechemya. However, to my great sorrow,
by then Yankev-Leyzer had lost his mind completely. My heart weeps for this dear, decent Jew, who could not overcome the liquidation of his wife.
Abandoning the Child. The Christians Test Whether She is Jewish
We deliberate how to hide. We hear that even here, in Kurow, the few remaining Jews will be liquidated any day, including the 30 Jews who work under Ulrich. One fine day, the German murderers gathered everyone in Khayim Rozen's cellar and shot them all. We had no choice but to flee through the fields. We meet a peasant woman from Plinik. She tells us that she is escaping from Kurow; she heard intense shooting, and ran away. My wife begins to implore her:
#147;You see that it's freezing and snowing. Have pity. Show me where you live, and give the two-month-old some warm water. She is afraid, but we don't leave, and walk along with her. She turns out to be the wife of Mikhail Shikora. She consults with him, and he allows us to stay for a few days. We warm the child with some water; she opens her eyes and is in good spirits. By this time my sisters and Yankele have also arrived. They have found places with various peasants. I pay Shikora some money, and so we stayed a few weeks. Besides fearing the Germans if they hide Jews, the peasants are also incited by their own anti-Semites. Where can we go now? We are being chased like dogs from one place to the next, carrying a tiny bird with us. I propose to the peasant Shikora to at least take the child and we will pay him a nice sum. He refuses. We weep and beseech him. Eventually, he is ready to agree, but he is housing a Christian refugee woman from Danzig, who refuses adamantly. She says that she will turn us over. He talks to us in no uncertain terms, and we are forced to leave his
|Khanale Grossman, 4 months old, abandoned near a stable|
home. We decide to try to return to Boguczyn, to Gnieczak's. I send my sisters and Yankele to Boguczyn, and we try once again to negotiate with the peasant. But he refuses totally. We want to leave the child here and flee, but the peasant watches us, keeping a close eye. I have no choice but to take child and go outdoors. We get to a nearby neighbor, named Wladek Zahniarz. I notice no one watching. Behind the stable (it is November 11), my wife parted from the child tearfully, and left her right there, behind the stable. We ran along a side road. Later, we heard that there had been a great uproar in the town. People ran everywhere, searching for us. As those who hid Jews was very fearful of the Germans, they told everyone that they had found a Christian child. They sent a query to the priest of Kurow about the best thing to do. One person says that the child should be left with the town janitor, but he refuses. They consult the Germans. The cursed German murderers have the idea of testing the child by placing a pile of money in front of it. If the child grabs the money, it is Jewish, and must be killed. If not, it will be allowed to live. The child passed the test--it did not grab the money.
As the peasant on whose property the child had been left was childless, it was decided that he should keep the child.The town authorities would supply him with food, and he would be released from forced labor so that he could raise a Christian child. By that time, we had reached Boguczyn through side roads. Once again we approach a peasant acquaintance, Karl Druzd. We beg him for compassion and are willing to pay him a large sum of money. He says that he cannot keep us in his house, even in the attic, but he has a shed in a field where he stores potatoes, and can hide us under the potatoes. Besides, he doesn't want all of us to be in the same place. My wife and Yankele can hide in the potatoes, and my sisters must find other places. We later heard that Elke and Rokhl hid in a bunker in the forest, where they were incinerated. Rivke fled back to Plinik, and hid with the peasant Wladek Zahniarz, the neighbor of the person who kept our child.
My Brother's Tragedy
My brother's legs started swelling up for lack of movement. He can't walk, he can't move. There is no doctor. What can I do in this situation? The new year of 1943 starts. Karl Druzd's wife comes in and says, The whole village doesn't want me to keep you. I must leave; no entreaties help.
I must go and tempt my fate again. But when I try to take Yankele, I realize that it is impossible. If I knew where I was going, I would have placed him on my shoulders. But I myself don't know where to go. When I tell Yankele that he needs to stay there, my heart is torn. I must promise him that the moment I'll find a place I'll come for him. But the minute I leave the village I hear someone running after me. The peasant went into the potato pit. When he sees Yankele, who is incapable of walking, he chased me. We fled towards Markuszow. I later heard that when the peasants saw that Yankele could not walk, they took him to Garbüw. He lay there a day without food. When there was nothing left of him but skin and bone, he was shot, and buried in Markuszow.
The Gentiles Hunt Us to Kill
Who will let us in? It was cold. We were chased and tormented, night and day. What to do? We try knocking at the door of a peasant acquaintance, Stach Burek. We beg him to let us in. He hesitates, but when we give him money he agrees to take us in for a few days. He won't let us stay for more than a few days, but at least he gives us some food, bread and milk to take along. We go on wandering. Where? Near a farm on the road between Garbüw and Boguczyn there is a flock of sheep with a heap of straw. We decide to sneak under the straw and spend the night there. How astonished and terrified we were when we heard a voice from under the straw, speaking Yiddish: Don't make a light, they'll notice! Who are you? I ask, fearfully. We're two of Khayim Itchke's sons. When my wife and I pushed under the straw, they said that if there was room for two, there'd be enough for four. We talked quietly.
In the meantime, dawn comes. In the morning, the peasant comes to grind grain. He nears the haystack with some other peasants. We hear their conversation. He says, cheerfully, We're killing all the Jews! We hear him telling how Khayim-Itchke and his wife were killed. This is the first his children hear of it. They say that Leybush Grossman is roaming the area. If he's caught he'll be killed immediately. I hear it all, but they suddenly leave. We barely make it through to night. Morel's sons have no money. They give me two gold watches. I go to Markuszow, sell the watches, and bring money for them and as compensation for my own efforts. When they see that they have money, they say that they
are going to join the partisans. They say it's time to leave this place, but keeping it in mind as a hideout of last resort. If we are here when the grain is ground, we'll be denounced. I get the idea of hiding in the attic. We make our preparations and spend eight days in the attic. But our food gives out, and I become despondent. I also notice that one of Esther's hands is becoming frozen; it becomes very swollen due to the cold. We begin to feel hunger pangs. I decide to crawl down and go in to the peasant woman. I pretend to be coming from far away and ask her to give me some food. She boils some millet. I pretend to go away and take a roundabout route to return to the attic. My wife revives with the bit of food. But what can we do about the cold? It's not a bad hiding place, but the freezing temperatures! Meanwhile, the peasant comes in and takes the ladder away. The attic is high up. We stay seated in the attic, hungry and cold. We decide that we must jump down. Esther sprained a finger when she jumped. Once again, we need to find a hole somewhere to hide in. Back to Markuszow, to the same peasant who bought the watches. Maybe he'll have pity on us and let us in. At nightfall, we set out to return to Markuszow. We knock at the peasant's door. He soon gives us food, bread and milk, but refuses to let us stay. We ask him to keep us until midnight but he refuses. We need to leave. We see that the situation is dire, and go back to Garbüw. We go to a peasant named Jaszek Wartac, who was keeping our bedding. We thought that if we could make it back to the attic with bedding, we'd be warm. But where would we get a ladder? When we came to Garbüw and Jaszek Wartac, it was daylight. We could not stay outdoors. We decided to go into the straw until nightfall, so as to approach to Jaszek at night. During the day, I was in danger of being stabbed by his pitchfork. Once, when he came for hay, he stabbed me unintentionally, but not seriously. When it became dark I went to Wartac's wife and asked for my bedding. Before I left, I pulled away the ladder and left it behind the stable, to take later. We dragged along the bedding and the ladder with all our strength. A blizzard had begun, with snow and wind. We circled the house of Tkocek, the peasant whose attic we needed to reach, but could not find it. I was very weak from the long night of work and roaming, and started to feel my strength giving out. My face was bleeding. I felt that I was freezing up.
I beg my wife to let me take a five-minute nap, but she started to cry loudly. She knew that if I fell asleep I could not be woken; she saw that I was becoming frozen. I dozed off, while she stood beside me, shaking me and not allowing me to sleep. She wailed, Where are you leaving me by myself?
When day began to break, I sensed the danger. I realized that we mustn't stay here. I pulled myself together, overcame my drowsiness, and dragged the ladder to Tkocek's attic with my remaining strength. But I couldn't pull the ladder up to the attic. Well, let happen what may. We slept through till full daylight. Mrs. Tkocek goes into the yard in the morning and sees an unexpected ladder. Jaszek Wartac is running around searching and telling everyone that a ladder had been stolen from him that night. They immediately grasped that someone was in the attic. During that period, the peasants were also afraid of the partisans. The peasant woman went to tell her father. A Polish police officer was billeted with her father. If he comes over, we'll be shot on the spot. Luckily, the officer was away. Her father told her to leave, and that he would come over with the officer the next day.
My wife is suffering terribly with her swollen, frozen hand. I'll try to approach the peasant woman, and maybe get some food for my wife. I come in, tell her I'm leaving for a faraway village and will come back tomorrow. I ask her to boil a rooster for me and give her money. Meanwhile I get some food from her bread and milk but notice that she is terrified when I leave. I pretend to circle several houses, but she melts the frost on her window with her breath, makes a small opening, and follows me with her eyes. She sees me climbing up to the attic, and runs to tell her father that she saw Leybush creeping up to her attic. Her father tells her to leave, and says that the next day, when Leybush comes for the rooster, she should scold him and tell him it's not nice to crawl up to a stranger's attic without the owner's knowledge. When I come the next night and she scolds me, I tell her the whole story and beg her to let me stay in the attic with my wife. It's useless; when I tell her that my wife's hand is frost-bitten and needs to heal, she says that her sister's vacant shed is a hundred meters away, and I could stay there. We take the bedding and go there, lay our bedding down near the henhouse, and sleep. At daybreak, two Gentile boys come holding axes. I was sure that was our end, but I see them avoiding us and going directly to the Tkocek's
house. She was their sister. She must have told them, or else they already knew, that Leybush was hiding here the very person who was being hunted down. They approach with the axes. One of them calls me outside. I know that he will kill me. I start sobbing, begging him to let me live and to tell his father; his father knows me well. I take off two gold rings and give him. He calms down. At that point I start saying that I am hungry and have no food. He says that now, in daylight, he can do nothing; he's afraid of other peasants. But on Sunday, when all the peasants have gone to church, he comes with a cart to bring us bread and milk, and we eat our fill. We stayed there like that for eight days. Later, he comes running again, saying that he's afraid to let us stay any longer and I need to find a different place. I go back to Markuszow, to the person who had bought my watch and owed me some money. Luckily, my sister Rivke, in Plinik, not far from Zahniarz (where my child was hidden), had the idea of coming to Markuszow to find out what had happened to us. She comes to the peasant and asks him, and he says that I sometimes come, and that he can give her money as part of what he owes me. She doesn't want to take money; he tells her that I might be in Garbüw. She goes to Garbüw to look for me. I leave Garbüw for Markuszow, and she is on the way from Markuszow to Garbüw. It's midnight and very dark. We see a shadow, and are frightened. As the shadow comes near and I recognize my sister, we fall into each other's arms, and a flood of tears bursts out of us. The cursed Polish soil soaked up our tears.
The Disaster of my Sisters Elke and Rokhele
Rivke tells me that the Germans stuffed straw into the bunker where our sisters Elke and Rokhele were hiding, and set it on fire. She also tells me about the death of Yankele, our beloved little brother. We look for a place where we can weep more freely and talk about everything. We go to the Markuszow cemetery and sit there all night. Rivke advises us to come to her in Plinik; she believes she'll be able to find a place for us there. We decide that she should go first and let us know when she finds a place. We part. She goes to Plinik and we go to Garbüw. Although it was a fine day, I went to the shed where I had been staying, retrieved my bundles and the bedding, and went back to Boguszyn, to Karl Druzd. I tell him that it is only a matter of a few more days. I give him money, and he agrees. But that night Rivke comes and says that I can only go to Plinik the next evening. The next day, Germans
come to Boguszyn, searching for Jews. Karl Druzd comes in, frightened, saying that we must immediately leave this place. We start crying. Leaving now, in daytime, is certain death. But he doesn't care. If they find us at his place, he'll be shot. Terrified, he pulls out the money that we gave him and returns one thousand zlotys. I don't want your money. Go away!
A Hideout in the Manure Heaps. An Unpleasant Mate
We must risk our lives and leave. We stay in the fields, We notice piles of manure that the peasants heap before spreading in the fields. We burrow into the manure heaps, and no one notices us. That night, we continue on our way, very fearful, because we might be seen by Polish partisans and be shot. We had to walk fifteen kilometers like this. Hovering between life and death, we arrive at our new host's. Half-insane, but what can we do? I give him one thousand zlotys at once, so that he'll supply us with potatoes and two pieces of bread each day.
Stanislaw Wieiak is also hiding Velvl Hershman (Shloyme Kanyer's son). His father had a mill and left it to his son. The latter handed it over to a Christian, who hid him for nine months (he was one of the survivors of the thirty men who worked for Ulrich), but could no longer hide him. Then he started paying him for the hideout. The Christian performed his duty very honorably. But when I came, I didn't want to disturb his setup. We dug out a small bunker and settled in there. I start to think that I can stay there for a longer time. I see that Rivke has run out of money and give her some. We got along with Velvl Hershman very well. He was very tattered, filthy, and depressed. We got him clean and cheered him up. However, in any case we must get used to the very bad and filthy food. This goes on for about eight weeks. I am starting to run out of money and decide to go to Garbüw, where I am owed some more. I want to take Rivke with me, but as it is a fine night I take Esther along as well, and we start running, to get the trip over as soon as possible. Halfway there, we notice a shadow approaching: tall, smoking a cigarette. We stand still, terrified. No Jew would smoke a cigarette, as the glow would be noticed. He certainly noticed us as well; but as he came nearer we recognized a local Jew of Markuszow, A. R. (we have our reasons for using only his initials). We ask him where he's going.
He says that he's been hiding for three days in a shed full of straw, but now Germans have come and are searching intensively. He must leave. He's heard that the Gentile landowner Ljaniewski, in Broniec, is hiding Jews. He goes there, thinking that he might be able to hide. But I had already heard that all the Jews there had just been killed. He stands still, astonished. What to do now? Where to go? He also tells me that only a day earlier there had been a battle between Jewish partisans and Poles. So it is dangerous even to look for Jews there. I decide to go back. But, I tell him, I have no money. He says he will lend me money if I take him with me to where I'm staying. My wife was strongly opposed to the idea, because she knew him well. But what can you do at a time like this, when a person needs to be rescued? So we went back. When the peasant sees that we're back so soon, and with a scary-looking stranger along, he was very unhappy. I tell him that the man is honest, but he is very hesitant. Velvl Hershman also opposes the idea that the stranger should stay here. With great efforts I convince them that we will manage somehow, as long as we can save him. I convinced the peasant that he is rich, and that after the war he will give him a plot of land and a few thousand zlotys a month. The stranger stays with us. He takes out a flask of brandy and makes a toast. It turns out that they were right. The moment he understood that he was staying with us, he started bossing us around. Because he is paying more, he wants to sit in the attic. The peasant refuses. We enlarged our pit, and he fit in somehow. When the half-crazy peasant noticed that the newcomer was
a rich zhidek, he wanted to get rid of us. In any case, he stopped giving us the two daily pieces of bread. At this time, Sobjarski stopped paying Wiejak, the peasant, his usual amount for hiding Velvl Hershman. When I urged A. R. to loan Velvl some money so that he wouldn't starve to death, he wouldn't hear of it. We realized that he was a very bad person. Whenever Rivke came to visit me at night, she would blame me for bringing him. But it was hopeless; we couldn't drive him out now. On the contrary, we hoped he wouldn't drive us out. More and more, he schemed against us. By now we were suffering from hunger. We asked Rivke to collect all the bread crusts from Zahniarz, where she was staying, and bring them to us. I soaked them in water, and ate. In any case, we shared with Velvl so that he wouldn't be hungry. It was interesting that, even though I shook the milk bottles to make butter for A.R., he wouldn't let me have the buttermilk but gave it to Wiejak, the Gentile, although we were starving.
My mother-in-law had given a Pole a lot of merchandise to hide. If I had any of it, we could at least sell it, but going to the Pole in Garbüw meant risking one's life. We decided to send my wife and my sister. They walked all night, hiding each time they heard a rustle in the shadows. They reached the peasant at dawn and knocked on his door. He opened up; they sold a bit of merchandise. It was a bit easier when they came back the next night, but it was difficult in a different way. Partisans increasingly attacked peasants and took their food; Polish peasants encountered Jews and shot them. A movement started in Plinik to shoot the Jews who were in hiding. One time I heard, through a crack in my bunker, Moyshe Ritser and his wife coming in and begging for his compassion and help, because they are in danger of being killed in their current hideout. He is not willing to listen, and they leave with their problems and their terror.
Dina, Moyshe Ritser's daughter, masquerades as a peasant woman. She thinks she won't be recognized. She has a very pleasant conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Wiejak, hoping to convince him to take her in. At that moment a neighbor comes in to get water and recognizes her. The neighbor also notices other signs that Jews are hiding here with the Wiejaks. She spreads the news to the whole village. The day it's Wiejak's turn to stand guard over the village, the other peasants tell him, They're saying in Plinik that you're hiding Jews. They'll inspect your property, and things will go badly if they find Jews.
Various Minor Incidents. Esther Sees the Child. Jewish Partisans
He grows very frightened. At mealtime, he doesn't eat but creeps away to us to give us the bad news. On the way, he stops in at Sobjarski's and tells him. Sobjarski hurries and tells Velvl not to be afraid. He will take him away that night. During the day, he digs a good bunker at his house, and brings Velvl in that night. I am terrified. What will happen now, where will we go? Wiejak tells us that he isn't responsible for us. If we notice anything we can break open the lower door and escape to the fields, to save ourselves as best we can. We hear this, and decide that it would be better to leave Plinik for a while, and get rid of A.R. on the way because of the trouble he was causing by his bad behavior towards the peasant. We decide to go to Boguczyn. As we start walking, A.R. prepares to come with us. Where are you going? he starts to beg us. He doesn't know anyone; he won't leave us; he will follow us everywhere. We realize that there's nothing to be done, and his entreaties had an effect on us. That night we go to Boguczyn, after three months here. We go directly to Karl Druzd. By now, I know how to calm his dogs so that they don't bark. We see that his shed is broken down; he'll certainly need money, and will agree to keep us. A.R. and Esther go up to the granary attic and I follow them. We figure that we'll stay in that attic at first, saying nothing to Karl Druzd. It so happens that a hen decided to lay her egg in the attic, of all places. When Druzd's wife comes in to get turf to heat the house (he was an invalid and got around on crutches), she notices the hen running down from the attic. She climbs the ladder immediately to get the eggs, and sees three people sitting there. She starts screaming in fear. We calm her down, and beg her to let us talk to Druzd himself. He'll certainly let us stay there a few days. The daughter also comes out and starts screaming at me for bringing in an unknown stranger. I ask to speak with Karl Druzd.He finally comes out to us. We start weeping, saying that we only need to stay there eight days, until Plinik calms down. He gets money from us so that he can fix his shed. We create a bunker there, in any case, and stay for three weeks rather than eight days. But when Rivke comes and reports that all is quiet in Plinik, we decide that it would be better to stay with Rivke in the village and near the child, whom we long to see. We make plans: we give Wiejak's girl 100 zloty, to coax the little girl near the crack in our
bunker. We watch her, but when she starts calling out to Shikora's wife Mama, Esther starts to weep, and the girl takes her away. I also give Rivke money constantly for Zahniarz to give Shikora, for dresses and blouses for the baby. Let her know that I have not forgotten my child. But one night Zahniarz comes in and starts to persuade us that it would be better to go to the partisans. We know that the Poles and the Jewish partisans are bitter enemies. We explain that we have a bunker ready in Boguszyn, and arrange with Esther that A.R. and I will go to Boguszyn. If everything there is quiet and in good shape, she can come Saturday night. If not, we'll return Friday evening. When we go to Karl Druzd that day, he remembers that we gave him money to repair the shed. He's happy to see us and gives us bread and milk. He's lying sprawled on the bed, his crutches alongside. We reach an agreement: I'll give him 1000 zlotys a month and A.R. will also give him 1000 zlotys a month. We seal the deal.
Meanwhile, we see people in the distance coming, approaching the house. We're terrified. There's a knock on the door. I hide under the bed. A.R. climbs up to the attic. Karl Druzd has to go and open the door. They start yelling: You didn't want to open up for us! You're hiding someone! We're Jewish partisans! I recognize Moyshe Pilts. More and more people come. They're all armed. They start to search. They drag me out from under the bed, and A.R. down from the attic. We recognize each other. They come from different towns, including Markuszow. They want us to go with them, but we decide not to. They give us some money but I don't want to take it. They leave a watch for Rivke, and a watch-chain for me, to sell so that we can have some money. They stay here for 24 hours, then leave. We immediately start repairing the bunker and the shed. Saturday night, in the pouring rain and darkness, Rivke and Esther arrive. They help to set up the bunker. It takes three days, but it's well made, covered over and topped with straw, unrecognizable. Rivke stays with us a few days. She wants to return to Plinik. I give her a bit of money, and now have none left. I decide to go to the peasant who is holding my father-in-law's merchandise, to get some money. When we get some money, winter is ending. Conditions improve a bit.
The Germans are losing battles. We read the newspapers and hope that Poland will soon be liberated. But once we've had some peace for a while, A.R. starts his disgusting games again. He undermines us, and complains to Karl Druzd: why is he, a single person, paying 1000 zlotys a month, while we're paying
the same amount for two? He also starts flattering the peasant's 16-year-old daughter and gives her money to go to the village and buy butter and eggs. We start to shout that this will give us away. The village knows very well that Karl Druzd is poor and can't afford such merchandise. But he wants to make the girl a gift of the change she brings back. We shout: You're bringing disaster on us! Let the girl go shopping in a different village, not the one we're in! The girl goes to her father's sister in another village and brings good food. We, however, swallow our poor pieces of bread with the bit of sour water that Karl Druzd gives us. Of course, the sister finds out that Jews are staying with her brother, as does her son, a member of the Patriotic Youth Movement. That almost cost us our lives. One day Karl Druzd calls me over. He wants to introduce me to his nephew. I make his acquaintance. We talk some politics, and part on friendly terms. But a few days later, the nephew comes to me and asks to borrow money. I give him 1000 zlotys. He repays it, and takes some more. I can't quarrel with him and must make the loan, though I am short of money. A.R. starts saying that his money is running out. He starts demanding that we all pay equally. I don't want to argue with him and agree. The young Gentile boy, Karl Druzd's nephew, keeps coming for money as well. We have to lend it to him. But a greater disaster occurs, the result of A.R's showing off with food. Late one night we notice a Gentile boy lowering himself into the bunker, holding a revolver, and demanding money from us. He says he's a partisan who's risking his life while we just lie there in peace!... (I immediately realize that this is Janek's doing. In fact, we heard from Druzd himself that Janek had been right outside.) He takes A.R.'s money as well (though A.R. had the rest of his money hidden in the straw, and the boy didn't find it). He announces that we have to stay put for a long time, until he comes back. I take the risk, and the moment he leaves I run out of the bunker and escape in the dark through the fields. My Esther was supposed to follow me later. But A.R. starts screaming that my wife had stolen all his money. He doesn't let her leave. She has to stay with him until she gives him the money. She is alone with him. She swears oaths and wrings her hands, until he starts once again rummaging through the straw heap he sleeps in. He finds the money eventually. Esther arrives after running through the fields.
We slept out in the field for eight days and didn't enter the bunker. A.R. stayed in the bunker. When we finally saw that the Gentile youth didn't come again, we returned to the bunker. But I still had no money. What do I do? A.R. had also convinced the girl to tell Karl Druzd to drive us out. By this time, we had already decided to leave, and that night returned to Wiejak in Plinik. We also longed to be near our daughter, our Khanele. Just then, fights and shots broke out between Jewish and Polish partisans. The previous night, Yosl Kaufman and his wife had been shot near Boguszyn, along with other Jewish partisans. But we didn't want to stay here any longer. Along with A.R., we take the risk of leaving. Two kilometers on, we hear the command Stop! I start running, but Esther didn't have the strength to run. She remains standing, giving her soul into God's hands. A Gentile boy runs up. She recognizes him. He grabs her by the head. Where is Leyvish? Why did he run away? Call him over, I won't harm him. Esther doesn't believe him, and she doesn't know where I've run to. He lets her go to Plinik.
Conditions improve. We figured that the Russians would enter any week now. We heard that Berlin had already been taken by the Americans. We decide to go directly to Szikora and ask him to hide us together with our child. When we knock at his door, he is happy to see us and offers us food. His house was close to the road; we had to hide very well.
|Levi, Esther, and Khanale Grossman|
The joyous day came. The Russian advance forces arrived, and we left the hideout. It was almost the ninth of Av and we fasted. Then we went to visit our ancestors' graves, that of my dear father-in-law Khayim Yoyne Kitnkorn, of blessed memory, who died in Markuszow in 1942. We wept bitterly, and thanked himbecause we believed that he interceded with God many times, to save us from death. Later we went to visit our friend Jaszek Wartac of Garbüw. He was very happy to see us, and gave us food. When he asked what we were planning to do, I said that I'd like to see Jews. Would there be some in Lublin? He hitched up his horses immediately and took us to Lublin. We didn't see a single Jew on the way, only death and destruction. Lublin was also empty of Jews. Suddenly, we heard a person telling another in Yiddish, Look, that must be a Jew on that cart.
Lublin, Lodz, Berlin, the Land of Israel!
I stop him. These people were also surviving leaves from an uprooted tree. He tells me that there are rumors of Jewish partisans in Zielona. We go to Zielona. I meet a group of about seventy men, and ask them about additional Jews. They tell me that there are Jews in Lubartüw. We go there immediately. There, we meet Shmuel Honisman and his son Yoysef, Hersh Kotlyarz with his wife and children, Hershl Tsukerman and his Yosl. We are overjoyed, and start to think about the future. We set up a plank table and get organized. These Jews want to go and work with the Soviet army, but I have no energy. I stay at home. When I go outside, peasants are selling wares from Garbüw; I buy something, and make some money. Esther often goes to Plinik, so that Khanele will get accustomed to her real mother. It is very difficult. Apparently, Szikora doesn't want to give the child back; he really loves her. The child doesn't want to leave them, either. Eventually, she agrees to give me the child, in return for a large sum of money. I could have taken the child through the Soviet authorities, but I didn't want to cause an ugly scandal. After all, he had taken care of our child. I negotiated the sum, and the child returned to us. But Szikora couldn't restrain himself; he missed the child very much and kept visiting Lublin. I left him everything that I had purchased during that year in Lublin.
Soon a new wave of incitement against Jews sweeps over the Poles. I realize that this abominable soil would never bring any good to Jews. I decide to emigrate. I pay a fixer a sum of money to take us to Berlin. But
|Khanale Grossman in Ramat Gan, age 12|
he brings us as far as Lodz, and disappears. I pay more money, and leave the soil of Poland with a curse: may all the Poles who helped spill our innocent blood be damned forever.
We come to Berlin, which is held by the Americans. A while later we, I and my wife Esther and a second daughter (we now have three small daughters) left for the Land of Israel on board the Theodor Herzl. My sister Rivke, her husband Yankev Barg, and their son Yoysefl left for the United States.
|Mikhil Shikora and his wife, who concealed Khanale|
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