Joseph Morton, one of many survivors,
was born on July 11, 1924. He was born
in Lodz, Poland. His father was a tailor
and his mother stayed at home. He was the eldest of 6 children; 4 brothers and
one sister. His family spoke mostly
Polish and Yiddish. In Lodz, Poland the family lived in a one bedroom
apartment.
He recalls
the war started in September of 1939 on a Wednesday. He goes on to say that by Friday the Germans
were already in his neighborhood. Morton recalls a lot about the events that
take place, but replies with “No, when you’re a kid you don’t think of those
things” when asked, by the interviewer, “Do you remember being worried as
things were changing?” He does remember
that the neighborhood was guarded by many German Police and Jewish Police. The surrounding area was barb wired and he
says there was no leaving. The family was given ration cards for food, which he
says was obviously never enough, but still there was never any leaving.
Later
on in the interview he forgets that he never talks about his father, so he goes
back to say that his father was in the Polish Army when the war was
starting. And that he was captured in
Russia, but the family didn’t know this until later. Before the war got bad enough, Morton’s father
was able to come home. He remembers just
how happy that made him, remembering that he saw him walking past him. Also when
the guard, which was in charge of Morton’s work, let him go to spend the rest
of the day with his family.
When
asked about work in the ghetto, Morton said that he work in an organization
type of headquarter for the theatrical performances. He worked with three of his brothers doing
this, and refers to it as being slavery.
Because he was working and so
were all of the other children, school came to a halt and he only finished
through 6th grade.
By 1944
he was separated from his mother and sister, who later were killed, and went to
Auschwitz with his father, and later moved to another camp.
“Life was a little tougher than it is now.”
“To this day I still get nightmares and can’t believe I’m
still here...”
Malka Baran was born in Warsaw, Poland on January 30, 1927. She says that around one year of age her
family moved and that is where she grew up.
She was a family of four; mother, father, herself, and a little
brother. They all lived in a small one
bedroom apartment. Her father had a
printer shop that was located in the same building as they lived in as well.
She
attended a private school, which she loved.
Baran recalls that she was always very interested in studies and of
course she had many friends that made her want to go, even though the school
was located at the end of town. And she
says that they were never driven to school that they were to walk, which took
around 40 minutes. She remembers always
waking up early and going to a garden with her friends and reading poetry
before school.
Baran
remembers being 12 years old when the Germans occupied the town and that is
around the same they had shut down the schooling for children. Therefore she only made it to barely 6th
grade. She goes on to say that even
though they shut the schools down she still continued to go to the teachers
house until times got harder. Baran also
recalls that the area she lived in a Jewish neighborhood. And Baran says that she never experienced
direct Anti-Semitism. She walked with a
group of children to school because of the long walk and says that some of them
were non Jewish but didn’t know them very well.
In the
year of 1939, Baran recalls hearing shooting and bombs and remembers hiding
down in the basement. Very soon she remembers that German soldiers were occupying
the town and taking people and never knowing where they were going. She knew that she was becoming different when
the Germans made her and her family wear the yellow stars. And then the family was sent to work; she was
sent to work washing windows. Her town
was turned to a ghetto in 1941. Baran
recalls many changes within those few short years. Food was rationed and her family was given “coupons”
to get different portions.
Around
the year of 1943, the Baran family was then forced out of their home, and never
saw it again. She was separated from her mother when this happened, and her,
her brother and her father were taken to another camp. This is when she can’t recall much, due to a
major memory block. She only knows what
her friends and people have told her. She
worked again washing windows and cleaning and her brother and father were taken
to different work, and one day they never returned.
“…Every time my birthday arrived I was in a different place”
“It was very shocking and disturbing.”
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