What would you have done if you were faced with a war that brought soldiers to your doorstep to displace you from you home and business, and family, and place of worship; a war that defied all reason and law; a war that was generated from the minds of psychopaths who were capable of taking over country after country until they took over the entire world? Could you have been one of the characters in this book?
The Grayling
Hidden Truths: Poems By Martin FreierBy Cheryl FreierAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Cheryl Freier
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4685-2407-9Contents
Prologue.......................................................................viiChapter 1 Acceptance Of The War................................................1Chapter 2 Joseph's Plan To Escape..............................................5Chapter 3 Information On Us As A Family 1...........................1Chapter 4 Then The Germans Came................................................14Chapter 5 Getting Our Names Off Of The Germans List............................18Chapter 6 We Have Become A New People And A Renewed People.....................25Chapter 7 Joseph Working And Anna Delivering Babies............................29Chapter 8 Vigilance and Cleverness.............................................36Chapter 9 The Train............................................................44Chapter 10 Escape To The Nearby Woods..........................................51Chapter 11 Sam's Adventure.....................................................56Chapter 12 Sam's Adventure.....................................................64Chapter 13 Sam Goes Back To The Woods To See His Queen.........................101Chapter 14 Two Deserters Join Them.............................................125
Chapter One
Acceptance Of The War
Moments in time remain with us in our memories until our death. These moments are our own personal chronicle of history; and sometimes it is a happy history; and sometimes it is the story of tragedy. War with its hatreds, bitterness, fighting, starvation, bombing, fires, mechanisms of destructions and death came to our country, Czechoslovakia in the year, 1939. Moments in time changed for everyone in the world.
People in the world were shocked over the war's beginning, but the impact of the real exigencies of the war had not penetrated people's consciousness—for they were human and had a muted sense of reality. After all, who knew that this war was a war designed to conquer and to control the world and to be the war of all wars. The machinery of war moved quickly, capturing, evading, and prodding forward with the sound of tanks and guns, bombs, and the roar of airplanes prowling the clouds in the skies over Europe. There are those who would deny it ever happened. For those of us who were there and were hunted like animals, there is always the feeling of loss and sadness when remembering all that one experienced.
Every year since the Germans took over the country, no one could be the same. Adrenalin levels never rested. It was an instant defeat for our peaceful way of life—praying at our Temples, going to work and making a living, and for us young ones, studying in school. It affected the food that we ate, and the clothes that we wore. It affected the air that we breathed. It affected our freedom. It affected our ability to dream that life would improve for us.
As the war raged, and we marked the months of occupation on the calendar, and with an indelible marker in our minds; the longer the war went on, the worse it got—the more fierce the fighting. We knew that sooner or later the fighting would come to our town, Micholovce.
In the beginning we went about our daily business, but as the days passed my father heard one story after another about people disappearing; at first it was the businessmen who traveled from city to city who never returned. The feeling of helplessness overtook us all, but our abiding love for our God sustained us and reignited a spirit of hope somehow within us. We prayed in our homes and the prayer for sustaining life became more real day after day. We began to realize that this war was not going to go away. Many of us consulted the Rabbi of our large congregation and magnificent synagogue. He told us to stay. Every time we questioned him, this was his answer.
For the Sabbath and for the Jewish holidays, the men gathered in basements where they knew they were not followed; they said the prayers but their minds were thinking about the Germans at the same time. The prayers helped us to overcome our fears of dying and were an excellent means of defying the Germans, and this sustained us. Many people planned to conserve food and planned hiding places in order to escape from the Nazis. An extra room behind the closets was the going thing to work on. Digging tunnels from basements was another plan devised by many. Food was hoarded and buried for the day when there would be no food. Every day that we survived was a triumph. Every day was a new way of life, which was so different from our peaceful and spiritual existence.
I was certain that the animal soul within us would surface, but this was a time when we needed the combination of the spiritual life and the animal soul. Our whole routine changed. My mother no longer watched us as we left for school. We slept long hours in our beds, so that the days would be shorter. My grandfather Jacob lived with us and he always knew a nice way to say to us children, "Quiet down now". He would always say to me, especially, "Come over and sit with me, and I will read you a story". It would always be a story from the Bible and then we would talk about the characters in the story. Then he would fall asleep in his chair, and I would sit by his side watching him, while finishing the book.
In the beginning, the movement against the Jews in Micholovce was subtle. Lists were secretly compiled of the names of the Jews. The list made no distinction to man, woman, or child. Even a newborn Jew was considered an enemy of the state. Everything was subtle, but people who were taken away from the ghetto never returned. They seemed to have disappeared. But by chance one or two men escaped from their rapacious captors and returned to tell the truth about what was happening.
People were shattered, shaking with fear, as they heard the ominous truth about the devil, named Hitler, and his bunch of barbarians, and their master plan to eradicate all of the Jews. Jews were being rounded up and forced to remove their clothing. They were forced to stand naked in front of deeply dug pits. With wild, shattering bullets released against them, they fell to their deaths. The soft sound of a final breath reverberating could still be heard despite the loud sound of the thunderous rifles. The very few who woke up and managed to climb through the mangled, bloody, gray-colored, rigid, cold bodies, were never able to forget the horrors of this experience.
Trembling, fear, agony, crying, the sound of wailing grief could be heard from each home in the ghetto. Some people gave up and succumbed in their own beds. Others built secret cellars. Yet, others built rooms behind secret walls. Some built tunnels. A few packed up their belongings and gave themselves a chance to make their own fate, by trying to escape. Others planned carefully, strategizing how to board a boat with an attempt to escape to the land of Israel. Some were able to purchase false identification papers and were able to cross the border of their country, beginning a new life in another city far away from their homes, and families, and businesses, and temples.
Joseph's older brother, Samuel, approached him about money from his share of the lumber business. Joseph promised to come up with the cash to buy him out. Joseph sold what he could: a valuable diamond necklace, an heirloom pearl necklace, and took cash from a business vault.
Sam left the country with...