I have lived most of my life ignorant of the fact that some of my
relatives died in the Holocaust.
Approximately ten years ago we asked my uncle (my father's brother) to
tell us about the family. He told us descriptively about the life they
led as children of immigrants growing up in a Jewish neighborhood in the
Bronx, New York.
He told us in a very vivid manner about their childhood, playing games
in the street with children of Jewish and Italian immigrants; about
their home full of children; their grandfather who lived with them and
taught them Torah, and an uncle, who only recently had arrived from
Europe; the Jewish holidays in a religious environment; attending
synagogue on festivals etcetera. In short the life of a large, warm and
united Jewish family.
Afterwards he began telling us about his father's (my grandfather)
family, whose mother, sister and brothers, with their families, all of
whom had remained in Galicia, had perished in the Holocaust.It was the first time I had ever heard about my family who perished
in the Holocaust.
Both my parents were born and raised in the US and were always so
"American" that it never ever crossed my mind that there was such a
direct link between the Holocaust and our family.
From that very moment I was captured by a fierce passion to discover as
much as I could about our relatives who had perished in the Holocaust.
Since then I have conducted a passionate search trying to know and
comprehend who these people, whom I never ever knew, were. Many avenues
along which I searched proved to be barren. Although information was not
easy to find and only trickled in from time to time, the more I searched
the greater was my desire to know more about them.
When I called my Aunt in the USA, she told me that she had a letter that
my grandfather had kept and cherished all his life. It was written in
Yiddish and she did not know what was written in it. She sent me the
letter with a photograph of the author. I gave the letter for
translation into Hebrew and was most distressed on reading its sad
content.
The letter was written by one of my grandfather's cousins, who related
to him how "our family was annihilated " My Aunt also sent me a picture
of my grandfather's mother with his sister and a child.
During my search, I finally came into contact with people from the town
of Mikulince, where my grandfather was born, who knew my family. Meeting
them was an extremely exciting experience for me. I felt that I was now
so very close to my family that I could almost reach out my hand and
touch them...
In the meantime, we began wondering who were my husband's relatives who
perished in the Holocaust. We knew very little about them as well. We
found pictures of them and more sad and formidable information on the
fate of the family in Latvia and Belarus. Here too, we found sad letters
written by a (non-Jewish) Latvian relative to my mother-in-laws family.
Today it is clear to me that there are many things about our family that
we will never ever know.
A few years ago I began painting portraits of my husband and my family
members, who were murdered during the Holocaust. Through painting, I
felt that I am getting closer to them and getting to know them. I also
felt that I wanted to perpetuate them, to extract them from the dark
abyss into which they had been forced. I wanted to give them an
identity, a shape and a face and revive the memory of people forgotten,
people who even their family did not know of their existence and tragic
end. I wanted to make known that these people once lived on the face of
this earth; beautiful and good, intelligent and talented people, who
lived and loved and raised families, until the Germans arrived.
The paintings are with charcoal on paper
Size 100 x 70 cm
Special thanks to Niusia Schweizer-Horowitz and Zelig Spierer
from Mikulince, Galicia;
And to Yozefa Herzberg-Golanzer and Abraham Herzberg
from Talsi, Latvia.
All rights reserved Elana Schwadron-Minkow 2003 - 2016