Ann's Story Part III

Warsaw Ghetto Line

As a child during the war she never thought of God. In her later years now she looks at it as, her mother talked to God all the time, and she really believed in talking to God and she believed that that's what brought her through, what helped her survive and deal with. Now at her age what she looks at was a miracle. Things did happen for a reason. And the only way you could explain it was God was watching over them.
And then the final liquidation of the ghetto commences and in January 1943, her father through his connections, namely a Polish non-Jewish military officer, arranges for them all to be taken out of the ghetto hidden in a garbage truck. And suddenly she’s on the Aryan side of the ghetto, outside ghetto. And he arranged to find lodging with a Polish Christian family.

This mother and daughter must have been in their twenties took them in. They didn't have a very large place. But there was enough room for them to move in. They made an excuse to their neighbors that family was from the countryside. That would explain why they were there. The problem was they were to live as Catholic Christians . Live like the two women. Ann had an olive complexion. She had dark curly hair. Her Sister was fair. Still is. Lighter hair. She looked very Polish. Ann looked Jewish. So there was a problem, if people would notice her she would give everyone away. The Poles would be killed as they would.

That was the Nazi penalty. Giving shelter to a Jew invited death for you and your family.
That was the ultimate crime that you could commit. So her mother would take her sister out, her father found a job and he went to work. Mother take sister and make believe. They did go to church and go shopping. With her, she stayed inside. If company came, she would have to hide in a single door armoire and sit in there until company left.

They tried to even dye her hair. They took some old bark off tree. Boiled it real hot, and tried to dye her hair. Well, it didn't work. Her mother was feeling sorry for her. Not getting fresh air, not getting out. Night when it was dark. She would put a babushka on her head. She would put her on the balcony. She did this a few nights. One day the woman across the street noticed that she was sitting out there only at night.
She went to the janitor. Told him. She said they must be hiding Jews, and that unless they reported them, she would. And of course her father came from work and heard the news. Panic set in. They would all be killed, Poles as well. But because of his golden hands' and such a good worker. He went to his boss who owned a lumber yard and explained to him that they no longer stay in apartment because other family members were coming. And would he allow him to put us in lumber yard. Build a shed that was in the back. He also would be able to be a watchman. And this what he did. The boss did let them move in.

The Story of Ann Levy ,Survivor. Part I

Ann Levy was a normal four year old child when the Nazis attacked and occupied Poland in September 1939. She and her family survived two years living in the Warsaw ghetto, before escaping with her family.
This is her story.

Ann was born on July 2 1935. She lived in a nice apartment with her Mother, Father and Sister. She remembers Sundays when her and her Father would stroll through the park and he would buy her ice cream and balloons. Her Father had his own lumber business and her Mother stayed home with the children. Her Mother even had help that came in.
She and her family took vacations in the countryside and to the beach. She remembers being a daredevil when she was young. When they were on vacation once she climbed in a dog house with a large German Shepard and was not afraid. This behavior probably helped her later in her life.

The war started for them on September 7, 1939. Her first memories of the war was seeing her family upset and crying and looking out the windows. Out of curiosity she did too. There was a large reform orthodox temple across the street. Everybody was upset because the Germans were taking out all the prayer shawls and prayer books and putting them in a heap in front of synagogue and finally torched it. This is how she remembers the beginning of the war.

Her mother dictated a memoir and in it she says that the Germans handed out cookies and candy to the non-Jewish population who stood and watched as the synagogue burned.
That was for their propaganda. To show people that everything was all right for them. It was a happy time for them. It was a hard time for the Jewish population.

Then she and her family was made to wear the yellow star of David on their clothes front and back. Even her little Sister in her stroller had to wear the Star of David. She never thought of herself as anything but a child, and now she was different. She was Jewish, and being Jewish was something that caused grief. Then she knew that was just part of the struggle that was to begin.

Her father fled to Russia thinking that the Nazis would not harm the women or children. He left the three of them together, her sister, her mother and herself. Her Mother received orders to vacate the premises. It was such a large building it would be taken over by the Germans. They had a couple hours before to clear out and to make sure the linen on the bed was changed. And the table was set for company. The family was only able to take two little suitcases to carry for her sister, Mother and herself. It was a terrible, terrible time for her. Having to leave everything that she owned and not knowing what happen.

Her father tried to get them back to Russia. But they never made it. Her sister was ill. Her Mother became frightened and decided to go to Warsaw. And when they went to Warsaw, the ghetto was there. They saw more and more Jews coming into the Warsaw ghetto. Her Mother went there because their Uncle lived in Warsaw and his wife was a Doctor. They imagined by having a sister in law who was a physician they’d be better off there. Of course it turned out to be the worst place that they could have gone to.

How to describe the Warsaw ghetto? In the beginning her Mother would work. In the beginning they stayed with her Mother’s family. Her Mother found a room where they would stay. The three of them. For food her Mother decided that she would work and she would collect from whoever had cooked something that night. She would go from one room to another and collect in a pot whatever people had. If they had a potato, carrot or cabbage that night, all in one pot it went. They tried to share it with people who didn't have anything.

There were almost 500,000 Jewish people and a quarter of them died of starvation.

She knew exactly how they felt because as they lived in Warsaw ghetto it was progressively getting worse and worse. The atrocities in streets were horrendous. You could look out the window and you would see dead bodies in the street, you would see a wagon picking up corpses and trying to clean up. The worst thing she remembers was people that just dropped in street. They were dead. But because they had socks or shoe, pants or some kind of clothing on somebody passing by they saw these articles a dead body he doesn't need, cover up the body with newspaper and take possession anything the poor soul had. Clothing. Anything. And to this day the worst thing she can see is somebody putting a newspaper over themselves because it just brings back the memory. This is what she saw. And people, children, were starving.

And she was on the verge of death and all of a sudden her father returned. He smuggled himself into the Warsaw ghetto coming from Russia when the war between Germany and Russia broke out. It was a Saturday morning, her mother wrote, in December 1941. Her Mother went to the door and passed out because of the shock. It was two years that they were separated. By this time her sister and she, like the rest of the population were emaciated from hunger. They were at the point just sitting around in bed not moving a lot because of weakness. And she remembers her father saying that when he saw them he was afraid to touch them. He was afraid to touch them because they looked so frail. He brought them back to life. He brought bread, butter, and he cut up bread cubicles. Gave them that a little at time, knowing full well if he gave too much, not used to that they would become ill. That's the reason when she says what happened to us they wouldn't be here if he hadn't. Her mother, sister and she would have perished as every one else did.

Part II the story continues tomorrow.