It wasn’t always winter, as I spent some three years at the Couvent St. Joseph, but somehow winters were especially memorable. Each winter, on January 6th, was St. Nicholas Day, and all the children in the orphanage were taken as a group to visit him at the Gallerie Anspach, at the time the largest department […]
The Altar Boy
Couvent St. Joseph was a Roman Catholic religious institution, and so the subject of religion inevitably had to come up, particularly as I had been charged with keeping an eye on my cousins should there be any attempts at baptism or conversion. There were no baptisms, actual or attempted. But as to conversions. . . […]
The Knitted Scarf
Not all days in school were equally pleasant. As mentioned before, winter 1941 was one of the bitterest on record in Europe, made somewhat more unpleasant by the shortage of coal, the only heating fuel used at the time in that place. In our classroom we had a pot-bellied stove which worked only intermittently because […]
Early Education
I wish I could say that I was truly miserable while living in hiding at the Couvent St. Joseph, but that wasn’t really the case. I was truly uncomfortable, yes; very uncomfortable. Always being ravenously hungry is not conducive to comfort, and neither is being lousy, dirty, itching from scabies, or being preternaturally cold, all of which were more or less natural and permanent states during those years. But there were also some very good things. I know this is inconsistent with the image of a poor, suffering child, but so it was. There were some very good things there also, and I wouldn’t want to forget or mention those in my rush to be consistent.
First among these good things was the realization that there was a school that could be attended within the convent, and Fela and I immediately rushed in to become students and finally learn to read and write. I took a desk way at the back, and waited
A Hint of Hunger
I don’t remember what it was I did on that first day in the orphanage. It is simply a blank. However, I do remember that at some point the children began lining up in their little black uniform aprons in front of some large wooden doors at the other end of the courtyard. This I […]
Arrival at Couvent St. Joseph
The day of departure arrived. I was told to remember my new name, and was again told never to tell anyone that I was Jewish. My mother took along a bag of my clothing, and off we went by tramway to the Couvent St. Joseph. From the tram stop it was still a considerable distance […]
Preparations for Hiding
One day Herr Ullendorf, dressed as usual in his black velvet-collared coat, his homburg on his head and carrying his usual cane, showed up at my Aunt Paula’s apartment and told her that he thought that the children, namely my cousins Wolfie and Robert and I might be hidden from the Nazis in a Catholic […]
Cousin Lily
At this point I should say a few words about my cousin Lily. She was the youngest of Aunt Paula and Uncle Nuhim’s three children, and might have been about eighteen, but I wasn’t sure of her age then, and I’m not sure of it now. As mentioned before she suffered from cerebral palsy and showed […]
At Aunt Paula’s
My Aunt Paula did not attend services Friday evenings or Saturdays because, as mentioned earlier, she had to stay home with my cousin, Lily. She also had to get busy preparing the Shabbat or holiday food. This meant that she had to cook the things she had prepared earlier, among which were the noodles she […]
Visit to the Neighborhood Temple
My mother always hoped that someday I’d catch religion, but I guess she died disappointed in that respect. She hoped that as I aged, or I became really old, I would somehow catch the religious thing, but alas. . . I had a fairly bad start at religion anyway, being first exposed to Orthodox Judaism and then Roman Catholicism, with an interleaving of Nazi anti-Semitism at a very early age. And it isn’t as if my mother was a really religious person. She went to the temple two or three times a year, abstained from pork, and that was it. But my Uncle Nuhim, he was different. Judaism, going to the temple Friday evenings and Saturday mornings was an important part of his life, although Aunt Paula had to stay