Provenance

It Only Took 5 Years Of Patience...

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 14:44:00 +1100

As most Jewish genealogists know, there are many interesting places to source a family genealogy.

My father had photo-copied the signature and some handwritten text that was penned by his grandfather.

For 5 long years I have been turning my parents’ house upside down in search of the original book within which I was seeking more information on my great grandfather.

My great grandfather and grandfather were from Zolynia, a small shtetl in Galicia.

My grandfather, Arieh Leib Wilkenfeld Z”L

This morning I was at my parents home getting some items I have stored there for a piece of genealogical based Judaic artwork I am about to produce. I had kept a box of Seforim (books) that belonged to my grandfather in a box at their home. I decided to look through those books yet again.

I am an avid collector of Antique Judaic Seforim. As a consequence, I usually know what I am looking for when seeking a specific book. The set of Seforim I was looking at did not appear to be Seforim at all.

These were cloth covered and crudely bound with a black heart on the cover. The heart on the front was most unusual to have on the front of a holy book.

I had looked in the front of these books before, had seen my grandfathers name and stamps of various location he had lived in.

This morning, though, was different.

Opening the front of one of these books, I realised this was a set of Chumashim (Torah in print) used in the Synagogue to follow the reading of the Torah.

One of these Chumashim however was turned the wrong way around in the box. As I was in the process of pulling it out of the box, my mother was asking me to assist her with something. Somehow, as I was turning to look at her, my grip on the book almost made me drop the book. Fortunately, I held onto the back cover and the last page. The rest of the book opened.

And there it was!

The signature of my great grandfather Eliyakim Getzel Wilkenfeld in the back of the Chumash.

First in English.

Then in Hebrew.

And what a signature it was!

I grabbed my mother as I danced with joy around her garage.

I kissed her many times telling her that at least this was one time I did not mind her interrupting me.

But there was more within that set of 5 Chumashim…

Before I go into that in my next post, something caught my eye on the frontispiece of the Chumashim.

It is well documented that Jewish women have been involved in the production of Hebrew books almost from the outset of Hebrew printing.

This set of Chumashim comes from Lemberg, not too far from Zolynia in Poland. Lemberg (Lvov) and Zolynia, at the time, were under the rule of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and now within the Ukraine. Lvov is the city in which Jewish women printers came to prominence and flourished during the 19th century.

The most famous of all Jewish woman printers was Pesel Balaban in Lemberg in the second half of the nineteenth century. Her husband was Pinchas Moshe and whilst he was alive, Pesel was known to be very active in the business. However, she expanded the press after his death.

Pesel Balaban produced high-quality editions of halakhic texts such as the Shulchan Aruch or Code of Jewish Law and this set of Chumashim.

I am hoping that one of my readers here at Provenance and a friend from my youthful days, Isaac Balbin may be able to enlighten me on whether or not Pinchas Moshe (the name Pinchas, if I recall correctly, is a name within his immediate family) and Pesel Balaban are related to him.

As with many Jewish names, when written in the Yiddish or Hebrew, they can change once transliterated into the English. I won’t even start on name changes as Jews migrated to various countries.

Isaac, can you enlighten us at all on the well known Pesel Balaban?

Footsteps

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 13:33:53 +1100

Almost two years ago I was approached by a fellow mixed media artist, Jill Berry to submit a piece of artwork for her upcoming book on art and cartography known as Personal Geographies. Hence I began the process of making one of my mixed media artist books.

As all my life-story books do, this book began with research. Combining art and genealogy resulted in my hand-made book “Arnold Does Not Play Here Anymore”. The process began with extensive interviews with my cousin Judith who, as a child, lived in Kiel, Germany. Interviewing Judith was a difficult experience for it brought up memories of the ravages of war and, in particular, family lost in The Holocaust. The book maps the short life of Arnold, Judith’s adored first cousin, the son of my great uncle, Kalman and his wife Bertha.

Currently in Israel, I am running around the country researching my family history, interviewing those who can still give me first hand accounts of their Holocaust experience and help me piece together elements of the familial genealogy. Jewish genealogy has its challenges and can be almost impossible at times for during WW2, many Jewish records were destroyed along with our people. Such is the case for the small shtetlach (villages) from which my families originated.

My first familial engagement here was a Bat-Mitzah where I met cousins familiar and those I had not yet had the opportunity to meet. Amongst the familiar was Judith. At one point Judith explained that her niece had donated an article of Arnold’s clothing to Yad Vashem. She then explained that she was sure she had a pair of his baby shoes at her home somewhere and was intent on finding them in order for us to go together to Yad Vashem and leave them with the outfit already donated.

As she said this, my jaw dropped. I said nothing, got up from the table and went to get my lap-top. Before opening the file that I wanted to show her, I asked Judith if she recalled my phone interviews with her some 18 months prior and a few months after I had sat in her home scanning whatever photos of the family she had. Additionally I enquired as to whether she recalled that I was making a piece of art about Arnold’s story. She replied in the affirmative.

Always difficult to describe my mixed media books for each one is unique and takes on differing forms in order to symbolically tell a life story, I showed her my raw images of the piece in progress.

Now it was time for Judith’s jaw to drop. I had decided to create a book in the forms of shoe soles as part of a semi installation one component of which was the use of an old pair of children’s shoes that I had covered with the map of Kiel - the map’s placement on different parts of the shoes was critical to the telling of the story.

Both of us were astonished that not only did I choose to use a pair of children’s shoes for the piece but also to create the book in that form, something I had never done prior and one for which I had to come up with many new techniques to complete.

{book in progress}

Judith was not sure where Arnold’s shoes were that her mother had kept but she knew they were in her home somewhere. She had not seen or thought about them for decades. I visited Judith this week.

She found the shoes.

I held them… in the palm of one hand…in silence.

The provenance of Arnold’s tiny shoes is a story in itself. How did the shoes make it to Israel if Arnold and his parent’s did not? A story for another time.

Is it then also a coincidence that whilst writing this post, I discovered, that this week is also the very same week that Jill’s book has been released? I think not, yet again.

Keeping the memory of Arnold, Kalman and Bertha alive seems to have involved more instances of Bashert (serendipity) and the knowledge that I am indeed on the right path at this moment of my life.

Evidence

Sat, 27 Aug 2011 16:17:00 +1000

For 68 years, my father was seeking the answer to the question, what happened to his mother, sister and brother during The Shoah? What was their final destination? It was assumed that they were either killed in Auschwitz or Treblinka. The pain of not knowing was always present for my father.

{Gitel Wilkenfeld nee Fluss/Wein}

There was no grave.

There was no Yahrzeit date on which to grieve.

I took it upon myself to try and help find the answer but for 6 years I could not find one.

On April 13, 2010, I went to the Yad Vashem site to print out the testimonies for Gitel, Berta and Norbert. To my surprise, there was new information about their deportation which you can read about here.

{Berta & Norbert Nissan Wilkenfeld}

After speaking to Dr Michael Abrams Sprod at length that night of the 13th of April, 2010, I mentioned to him that there was new information available regarding the deportation. We had a very lengthy conversation during which I explained that I had come across new information regarding their possible execution date/s. I explained that with the release of 50 Million documents from Bad Arolson, new information had come to light on those families who were a part of the Magdeburg Deportation. My problem, as I explained to him, was that the online list of families transported to Treblinka on the 23rd July 1942, only showed the A-K list. I frantically wrote to Yad Vashem for more information on the L-Z List, only to be told that it will be online soon. Not good enough, I needed the answer sooner than that for my fathers health was failing. Knowing that Dr Abrams Sprod was the worlds leading authority on the Jews from the Magdeburg area and its vicinity, I realized that if anyone could help me, he would. He agreed to look into it for me.

On April 14, 2010, the next day, I received a phone call from Dr Abrams Sprod. He asked me if I was sitting down. I was not. I was driving my car, so I stopped. I observed that I had stopped and was looking directly at our synagogue. I knew what was coming and tried to brace myself for the response.

“Everything is timing” he said to me.

“That’s not something you have to explain to me Michael, “Bashert” plays its part in most of my research and work” I responded.

After getting off the phone to me he sent an email off to his researcher in Germany seeking the answer to my question. Within hours the response came back that she happened to be in Yad Vashem’s offices the last few days and had been granted unprecedented access to the Magdeburg Transport List and the fate of the Jews on it. She immediately looked up the list of the thousands of Jews and found the answer I was seeking.

Numbers: 419, 420, 421

My Grandmother, Aunt and Uncle, reduced to numbers.

April 14, 1942 the day they were deported.

April 14, 2010 (Polish time) the day I found out what happened to my family.

April 14, 2010 my twin brother was in Crakow standing in a Synagogue saying Kaddish in proxy for my father.

Coincidence?

I think not.

{Treblinka 2009}

” All of these deportees from Magdeburg and the surrounding area were deported from the Warsaw Ghetto to the extermination camp at Treblinka. On the 22^nd July 1942 a message to those in charge of the Warsaw Ghetto was received by those in charge at Treblinka to say that they were ready to receive the transports. On that day, ‘The Great Expulsion” from the Ghetto occurred”.

On 23 July 1942 my grandmother and her two young children were exterminated at Treblinka.

Knowing that my twin brother Simon was on a bus on route to Auschwitz, I texted him the information that I had just discovered. He was together with close friends of ours, the Rabbi and the Chazan of our Synagogue too. The text messages were flying between us at a rapid rate. He was as shocked as I was to have this new information and a Yahrzeit date for the family. The fact that he was on Polish soil on his way to Auschwitz was poignant and a fact not lost on all those friends on the bus with him, nor was it lost on me. That I was sitting in my car outside our Synagogue when the news came through and the Rabbi was with Simon on the bus was also another link in this amazing chain of events.

I raced home, converted the date 23 July 1942 to the Hebrew Calendar equivalent.

It was the 9th of Av, Tisha B’av.

It is a day that represents martyrdom in our history. It is a fast day second only to Yom Kippur. Jews throughout history have been burnt at the stake on this day for the crime of being Jewish and now thousands of Jewish men, women and children met the same fate.

It was no coincidence that the Nazi’s chose this day. History and records show they chose Jewish Holy Days to do their biggest exterminations on. It is a well known and documented fact.

I spent the next few hours scouring the internet for photos of the Warsaw Ghetto deportations.

Then I saw this:

I thought I could see my grandmother and her daughter. It was an image taken on the same day, the Magdeburg Jews being transported from the Warsaw Ghetto to Treblinka that fateful day.

I wrote to the archive, gave them the brief and requested the higher resolution image. It came within a few hours.

It was difficult to know for sure. I could not see little Norbert. The image was quite out of focus.

They looked liked Gitel and Berta.

I could not know for sure.

I stared at the photo for hours.

Then it struck me.

My aunt Pesel, Gitel’s sister survived the war. She had told me a piece of family history a few years ago that came back to me at that very moment whilst staring at the photo.

{Pesel and I Cleveland, 2010. I went to see her and celebrate her 97th Birthday.}

Pesel told me that their mother, my Great Grandmother Leah cut up a shawl into a scarf when each daughter left the shtetl of Pysznica. She wanted them to have a reminder of her. Pesel kept her shawl under the cushion of her beloved Golden Chair. It kept her warm during the years she was escaping from the Nazi’s.

The Golden Chair was a repository, it is where I discovered many answers and photos important to our family history.

Remembering the chair, Pesel’s scarf and my Great Grandmother Leah, I went to my families photo archive on my computer. I have spent years scouring the world, meeting many new relatives in order to piece together our family history.

Initially, I was looking for photos, so it was to the Wein family Archive that I went to look for Leah’s photo for I remembered she was wearing a shawl in that image taken in Pysznica.

{Leah Fluss nee Wein in Pysznica Poland}

And there it was the original shawl.

And there it was, part of the shawl, a scarf now around the neck of the woman and child I believe to be my grandmother Gitel and her daughter, Berta on their way to their deaths. I could see her holding something or someone in her left hand. Was it Norbert? Simon, Dr Abrams Sprod and I examined this image for a long time. It was Simon who saw the shadowy image of Norbert. I found it difficult to see but Dr Abrams Sprod saw it after Simon pointed it out.

I patiently waited a few months for my next trip to the USA and made a special stop to the Archive where this image was held. I was going there to retrieve 83 family photos but that is another story for another time. I found out that this was a still from a movie and there was one more still available to see.

As soon as they showed me the next image, I could see the shadowy image of little Norbert. His mother holding his hand and his legs seen walking next to his mother.

Enough evidence for me that this was them.

Enough evidence for me that this was the last few moments they would spend together as mother and children. This was my grandmother holding the hands of her two beloved children. It is unbearable as a mother of three for me to even contemplate what she must have been feeling at this moment.

I now know after seeking answers about her character from various sources but in particular, from interviewing the then, last relative alive who could help me find the answers I was seeking, Bernard Goldman Z”L (see previous posts), that she was a good person. Gitel, Bernard told me, was “strong yet gentle, giving of herself to those around her, kind and very lovely”. She, in his words was “full of goodness to other people”, a “Gutte Neshomah”, a good soul.

At the very least, she was together with some of those she loved, holding the hands of her two smallest children during the most testing moment of her life. My heart aches every time I see these photos.

Chasing evidence, chasing history.

My family were now not numbers 419, 420, 421.

My family were Gitel, Berta and Norbert Wilkenfeld.

Zachor.

Connecting Families

Tue, 26 Jul 2011 05:17:00 +1000

I have just spent 2 weeks in Lithuania and following that Paris tracing my mothers side of the family. Those posts will follow soon.

In New York, I am chasing the history of my fathers side, mainly his maternal family, The Wein’s of Pysznica. Many people ask me why I do this. It is hard to respond to such a question and justify this passion of mine to recreate my family’s history, to bring it to life, as it were, and make it relevant for those that ask this question of me.

I recently met some cousins visiting Australia. Yesterday I arrived at the Perlmutter’s lovely home in New York for they learned about my journey and wanted to help. David had documents and photos that would be relevant to my search. So to the attic he and Linda went and today I started my search and the laborious scanning process.

Found were the German and Polish passport and identity books of David’s parents. Each page is scanned for the information within provides me with the necessary information, not only on their vital records but also their travels from one country to another.

Erna, David’s mother was born into our Wein family who originated from from the tiny shtetl of Pysznica in Poland.

I happened to notice that neatly placed inside this Polish passport was an airmail letter. For the moment, I put the letter aside in order to scan the passport.

Once I had finished that process I decided I had better have a look at the letter just in case it was relevant. Erna’s parents were very close with my grandparents and if you will recall in my last post, A Box Full of History, in which I describe finding the archive of letters of my father and grandfather there were amongst those letters, dozens from Erna’s parents.

It so happened that I was corresponding with a cousin from Australia who was interested in the familial relationship of the Perlmutters. If you go back and read this post you will read about Bernard and Ami Goldman and “connecting the dots” to their family, our family and others related to us. Bernard’s son David had asked me the question regarding how his family were related to the Perlmutters.

The knowledge that our family has been dispersed and fragmented all over the world only makes me work harder in my quest to reconnect with them. The Holocaust, not only annihilated and killed too many family to mention here but it destroyed our family unit, cousins who would have lived their lives together, knowing each other and enjoying the every day happenings, the little things that make up an extended family life. When our families lived in Poland and Germany, they shared each others lives. The fragmentation of our family throughout the world is part of the reasoning behind my mission to rejoin those threads.

So imagine how I felt when I turned to the back of the letter and looked at who the sender was.

It was Ami Goldman, Bernard’s brother and David’s Uncle. Coincidence that earlier today I had answered Davids relationship to the Perlmutters question? I think NOT!

Nothing is by chance.

If you have read my posts or followed my art blog you will know that “Bashert” has come into play for me yet again.

Telling me today, as it has many times before,

that yes,

I am on the correct path!

A Box Full of History

Mon, 13 Jun 2011 20:43:18 +1000

Finding this humble box has turned out to be a remarkable find for me in terms of the history of searching for my family.

It certainly would have made my search a lot easier had my father shown it to me years ago.

But then again, I would not have done the extensive research had it simply been handed to me. I guess there is a reason for everything.

After this mammoth discovery, I spent about 2 weeks filing and archiving the hundreds of extraordinary documents and letters within it.

Documents that explain the history of what happened to my grandparents and my father during the Shoah. Sure, I knew the stories but there were holes, big gaps that I could not figure out.

But now…. well now, I have it all documented. It filled 6 huge folders.

Within the “Golden Book” found in this box was a vast array of letters.

Letters to and from my grandfather and my grandmother, father, fathers siblings, my grandfathers brothers and friends.

What has been critical for me, is seeing documents that finally dispel myths surrounding my grandfathers survival. I have not translated even a quarter of the archive yet.

Every thursday I spend a few hours with a family friend Joachim Schneeweiss, who patiently translates the letters. During the course of translating the letters, mostly written in German but has the occasional Yiddish, Polish and Hebrew within them, he can also enlighten me on the history of certain events for he too is a Survivor and an extremely clever and knowledgeable man.

He knew my grandfather quite well. My grandfather Isidor was a guest, for many-a-Shabbos lunch in the Schneeweiss home, for Isidor was a religious Jewish Man, without a family. The Schneeweiss’ opened their home on Shabbat to those who needed to eat a Kosher Meal. There were a number of men who after being interned in Tatura and Hay in Melbourne (after being deported to Australia on the infamous “Dunera”) who fit into this category.

Joachim and I painstakingly translate, dissect and discuss each letter in detail, trying to piece together the details of events during the war. There are new names of family for me to try and discover.

It is no easy task.

It takes patience.

Amongst the letters I have found reference to family on my grandmothers side. They managed to escape. Once found, I then try and research the family, where they went, where they finished up.

It is not an easy thing writing to people or cold calling and saying Hi, my name is Judy Wilkenfeld and I am your cousin. This is how we are related. Can you enlighten me on your story and do you remember anything about my family…

This is how I made contact with Erika Kahn. She has been an amazing source of information for me. Now in her late 80’s, I am excited to say that after my trip to Lithuania in a few weeks I will get to meet Erika in Los Angeles - put a face to a name on my tree - delve into her escape story and simply enjoy meeting a cousin that the war did not afford me to know before.

And then there was this:

One of the numerous letters between my grandfather and his brother David.

It took months to finally reach Isidor after all the Censors.

See his name: David Israel Wilkenfeld

That was not his name.

His name was David Wilkenfeld but In August 1938, German authorities decreed that by January 1, 1939, Jewish men and women bearing first names of “non-Jewish” origin (Like David is such a non-Jewish name!) had to add “Israel” and “Sara,” respectively, to their given names.

It was not long after this letter was posted that David (Z”L) was sent to and exterminated in Auschwitz.

Interestingly, in this and many other prior letters, David mentions what has been happening to the family of a lady named Chana Hendel. Amazingly on the letter below, Chana Hendel wrote to Isidor too. She spoke of the whereabouts of part of her family. Together with Dr Michael Abrams Sprod (See previous posts) we poured over this letter. Some of the words were coded and only later did I figure it out - to a degree.

I had to know who this Chana Hendel was.

Why was she living in the same Juden House as my great uncle?

Why was she and David mentioning where her sons were and offering assistance for my father?

I immediately went to the Yad Vadshem Database - typed in her full name and discovered she was born in Zolynia, the same Shtetl as the one where the Wilkenfelds were from.

I discovered she was also sent to Auschwitz shortly after writing on this letter.

She was clearly agitated by how she was writing. Michael A Sprod found in unnerving and disturbing to read this letter - there was an intensity about it. There was distress in the handwriting itself.

I discovered Chana Hendel (Z’L) was killed with four of her young daughters.

I had to find out more because in working on our tree there is a link to Chana’s maiden name and our Wilkenfelds.

Were we related?

Two of the testimonies were submitted in 1999 by her son Henry. He gave his address but no phone number.

I didn’t know if he would even be alive by now.

But I hoped and prayed.

It took me a couple of weeks but I traced a phone number for him.

Again, it took a lot of courage to finally make the call.

Courage because these people do not know me. It really is quite a bizarre thing to do, ring up after all this time.

It is a bit strange to cold call someone and say and re-tell the story of what I have been doing, who I am and how I found, what was probably the last letter, Henry’s mother may have written before her untimely death.

But that is what I had to do.

A lady answered the phone, it was Henry’s wife and in the scramble to try and explain myself, I think I had to repeat the story about 2 or 3 times in order for Anne to comprehend what was going on. Understand because this sort of call is so out of the blue. Can you imagine? They are not young. Henry is hard of hearing. If you have ever rung elderly people you know it can be hard for them to hear and get your message across. Imagine doing this and those on the other end are Holocaust Survivors - so the utmost sensitivity is required in any event.

Finally we traded emails and I am excited to say that I will be meeting Anne and Henry in Los Angeles a day before I get to meet Erika.

Maybe we will be able to untangle a bit more of the story and relationship.

I would never have been able achieve this without todays technology.

It is really quite amazing that after 65 years I can connect with people who knew and or had a relationship with my grandparents all those years ago.

And thank goodness for the humble Brown Box I unearthed in my fathers study. A box he never showed me, even though he knew I was working and researching so hard on our family’s history for so long.

Erev Pesach Deportation

Tue, 19 Apr 2011 15:34:00 +1000

Last night was Erev Pesach, the first evening of Passover. Jews all over the world sat down together and celebrated our Freedom from Slavery in Egypt. The Seder, as it is called is a long evening as we recount the Exodus.

But last night, I sat at the table and thought about three family members in particular.

My Grandmother, Gittel, after whom I am named

and two of her children, Berta

and Nissan

So why was I thinking about them?

It was on the same day that they were forcibly removed from their home and deported to the Warsaw Ghetto along with thousands of Magdeburg German Jews.

When a man called “Hermann Spier was appointed to the position of teacher at the re-opened ‘Judenschule,’ the religious community also benefited by virtue of his training and former position as a cantor. However, most importantly, as a highly competent and diligent individual, he became the community’s religious leader and a source of inspiration and moral courage.” (Dr Michael Abrams Sprod)

What is interesting here is that a man in Melbourne, Mr Freiberg many years ago approached my father to tell him that his sister Berta attended the same school as him. My father, at the time, was already on his escape route. He was somewhat sceptical about his sister being in that school.

I had to know after I found this out too.

Chasing down the photo almost 30 years after that conversation, I got the class photo from Michael Abrams Sprod:

See the man with the glasses, that’s their teacher, Herman Spier.

My parents are pictured looking to see if Berta was in the photo.

However she was not there that day for the Jewish Day School was an hour away by train. This photo was taken on an outing on a Sunday, so Berta would not have made the long journey.

You see Berta was expelled from attending her regular school, as was my father, for the crime of being Jewish.

In Berta’s last correspondence with her father, a letter that was returned to him , after the war, {after his deportation to Australia on the Dunera} we see Berta mentioning her new teacher, Herr Spier. Proof that Mr Freiberg was, in fact, correct that Berta was with him in school.

As I mentioned before, Herr Spier was a source of “inspiration and moral courage”.

It is a source of comfort to know that whilst being deported Erev Pesach, that Berta had her teacher with her too. Apparently he gave a Drosha, a speech, that night, when they would have been in the train station together, that was extremely inspirational. He spoke of their plight.

Michael told me it would have been a source of comfort to Berta - he may have made her felt at ease with the process she was undergoing - such was his nature.

Here we see that Herr Spier was on the same deportation transport as Bertha, her mother and brother:

Full Record Details for Spier Hermann
Last Name: SPIER
First Name: HERMANN
First Name: I
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 23/04/1885
Place of Birth:SCHRECKSBACH,KASSEL,HESSE-NASSAU,GERMANY
Citizenship: GERMANY
Marital Status: MARRIED
Permanent Place of Residence: MAGDEBURG,MAGDEBURG,SAXONY PROVINCE,GERMANY
Place during the war: MAGDEBURG,MAGDEBURG,SAXONY PROVINCE,GERMANY
Origin of Deportation: MAGDEBURG,MAGDEBURG,SAXONY PROVINCE,GERMANY
Related item: List of Jews from Magdeburg and the Magdeburg vicinity deported, 13-14/04/1942 and 13/07/1942
Type of material: List of persecuted persons

Source: List of Jews from Magdeburg and the Magdeburg vicinity deported, 13-14/04/1942 and 13/07/1942

Yad Vashem Archives

And her is Bertha’s:

Full Record Details for Wilkenfeld Berta
Last Name            WILKENFELD
First Name            BERTA
First Name            S
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 26/12/1928
Place of Birth: DESSAU,DESSAU,ANHALT,GERMANY
Citizenship: POLAND
Marital Status: CHILD
Permanent Place of Residence: AKEN ELBE,MAGDEBURG,SAXONY PROVINCE,GERMANY
Place during the war: AKEN ELBE,MAGDEBURG,SAXONY PROVINCE,GERMANY
Origin of Deportation: AKEN ELBE,MAGDEBURG,SAXONY PROVINCE,GERMANY
Date of deportation: 14/04/1942
Related item: List of Jews from Magdeburg and the Magdeburg vicinity deported, 13-14/04/1942 and 13/07/1942
Type of material: List of persecuted persons
Source: List of Jews from Magdeburg and the Magdeburg vicinity deported, 13-14/04/1942 and 13/07/1942

If you want you can go to this link and see an excerpt of a film of that deportation, including whilst they were in the train station, waiting to go to the Warsaw Ghetto.

It is chilling…

You see, Michael was researching Herr Spier, when he finally was able to attain this part of a list for me that I requested:

The original typed list of my family being deported,

I then showed him the letter, part of which is above, when he saw Herr Spiers name, we knew for sure that Berta was indeed at the Judenshule, Jewish School, just as Mr Freiberg had said she was. Mr Freiberg, managed to escape this transport by mere fate. He was asked to swap places on the transport in order that a family could remain together. He got off, not realising at the time that this very act of “kindness” saved his life.

That he was on the same transport as her was further evidence that the tragedy that began for them all that Erev Pesach, 69 years ago, was, as I said at the outset of this post, uppermost in my mind last night.

A book, a photo, a label...

Sat, 19 Mar 2011 17:08:00 +1100

Thank you Google!

By googling a family members name I managed to come across a book with a partial history of some of my extended family.

I immediately ordered the book from Amazon but posting to Australia would mean a wait of a few weeks. So I rang the Holocaust museum here to see if they had it. They did!

I read as much as I could and then patiently waited for the books arrival.

It came a few days ago.

I wont go into the history here but will tell you an interesting “find” that occurred.

Susi, the author had an aunt Jenny who married a cousin of ours, Pinchos Fluss.

Jenny died in the Holocaust, that much I knew. The book was able to fill in some gaps for me about their life prior to WW2. Pinchos survived with some of his children. When asking my mother about them, she asked me if I recalled meeting Pinchos in England when I was very young, but I did not.

I was reading about where the family lived. I did not know the name of the area in Berlin.

About 10 minutes later I happened to be speaking to my cousin Robby Klein about arranging a meeting with his Uncle Bernard Goldman, a cousin of mine too. I decided to look at all the photos I scanned whilst interviewing Bernard about 6 months ago.

Robby’s grandfather Ami, Bernard’s brother, is present on the left of this photo in the families former fur shop in Dessau.

I always scan the back of the photos for the genealogical information - if there is any.

This is what is on the back of this photo:

Now it did peak my curiosity about the surname and first initial here. Since some of Goldman family and mine came from the same shtetl of Pysznica and part of my paternal family’s name is Fluss, I thought, now this is way too much of a coincidence.

Why a coincidence?

Because, in the book I was just reading a few moments before, Pinchos Fluss and his wife Jenny, lived in Charlottenburg.

The book didnt give the exact address.

So how was I going to determine if this was the same P. Fluss and why was his name and address labelled on this photo from Dessau?

At the same time that I was in the Museum voraciously looking for information in Susi’s book, I decided to photograph some vital information in this book.

It is a book made up of many volumes which lists the name, birth, maiden name, if necessary, former address’ of German Jews killed in The Holocaust.

Even though I knew what happened to Jenny, also know as Sheindel, somewhat fortuitously, I decided to photograph her entry in this book and the entries of her children that were murdered with her.

Reading in Susi’s book about Jenny’s place in Charlottenburg, then looking at the back of the photo whilst cropping the photos ready for Bernard to identify some people, then realising I had actually photographed Jenny is this book, I immediately went to my archive of photo’s.

and there it was, right before my eyes.

Same people, same family, same address.

How uncanny.

I google a family name

I find a book in England about some members of the family

I happened to speak to Robby to arrange a time to meet with Bernard who is the owner of the photo

I read the book and within a few minutes get distracted because I feel I must crop the scanned photos from Bernard - ready for a meeting with him

And then I find the label of the Fluss family living in Charlottenburg on the back of a photo of Robby’s grandfather which was taken in Dessau

I photograph the details of the demise of some of this family in another book weeks earlier

Then voila!

Merge all of these bits of information together to prove this link.

The mystery still remains…

Why is Pinchos Fluss’ label on the back of this photo?

My family, the Fluss’s and some of Robby and Bernard’s family come from the small Shtetl of Pysznica in Poland. I won’t go into how we are related. But did those Shtetl connections, once the families moved to Germany, remain? Maybe we will find out when Robby and I meet up with Bernard in a week or so.

I always find it fascinating that I can be sitting here in Sydney, get a book from London that tells the history of family from Poland and Germany then look in a book from Germany that is here in Sydney, get a photo originally from Dessau that has a label from Charlottenburg, scan it in Sydney and blend the Provenance of the photo together.

Now you know why I call this blog Provenance!

Here is a story of serendipity for you. On friday I was at the Rookwood Cemetery in Sydney doing a...

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Here is a story of serendipity for you.

On friday I was at the Rookwood Cemetery in Sydney doing a tour of the old Jewish cemetery grounds with the President of the Jewish Burial Sociery. I am getting involved with their restoration project which entails restoring many of the oldest graves.

Amongst the 1000’s of graves in the old cemetery, a newly refurbished grave struck my eye as it looked out of place. New granite and styling stood out like a sore thumb amongst the old marble and stone graves.

I read the inscription, photographed it and was struck by the fact that the people had come from Zhager a very small town in Lithuania.

It was odd to see such an old grave from people from Lithuania, where some of my family come from. As I am helping a family here research their family from Akmene and Zhager, I felt I had to eventually research who these people were.

{Cemetery in Akmene}

As I turned around to my right and behind me, I noticed 2 very old and beautiful white grave stones lying on the ground and soon realized these were the original stones from the grave I was just reading. I took more photo’s.

{Photo of Zhager Jewish Gen Shtetl Site}

Whilst the President was talking to the restorers they came to where I was standing. He said we will have to put those old stones way down the other end of the cemetery.

I went crazy and insisted they be placed on top of the newly refurbished grave as they are one and the same. The problem, they said, was that the granite was too thin to hold the heavier and extremely thicker old marble stones.

I said find a solution, they cannot be separated.

They finally came up with a solution to keep it all together.

{A typical house in Akmene: Photo: Yad Vashem}

I have never been on the Australian Jewish Genealogical Society site, but yesterday for some reason, something complelled me to.

After perusing the site I somehow found a link to a lady’s travel blog so I followed the link and landed up in the middle of the blog. I had know idea where her family was from or to where she was travelling to in search of her family roots. But decided to look anyway.

Imagine my shock when I read she was in Zhager and Akmene researching her family.

{Akmene Jewish Cemetery}

As I read on I was even more shocked to find that the grave I was fighting so hard to keep together belonged to this lady’s grandparents. As with my art, the serendipity is following me in my genealogical searches. This is just one example of it. Whilst it does not relate to me or my family, YET, one never knows how helping her may help me, in the end.

I connected with her on Facebook and she requested the photos I had taken as she did not have images of the older grave stones.

It was a very rewarding 24 hours.