The twelve sons sat in a row along the wall, receiving the thousands of visitors. They spoke about their father, whose miraculous escape from the jaws of the Nazis could have been the plot of a bestseller. They spoke about the chilling meeting between their father and his own father, Rav Yechezkel Reich, and the Shefa Chaim at the train station in Munich. At that encounter, the Rebbe captured the heart of the elder Reich, who became a devoted Sanzer chossid along with his sons, Shmuel and Ephraim. The familyâ€™s attachment to the chassidus has continued to this day. The sons also heard stories from some of their visitors that they had never been told before. People revealed that the apartments in which they lived had been provided to them at extremely low prices by Rav Shmuel Reich, the main builder of Sanz, in its neighborhoods in Netanya and Yerushalayim.
Rav Yechezkel Reich had two sons, Shmuel, who just passed away at the age of 90, and his brother, Ephraim, who was a year and three months older and who now lives in Brooklyn. The two brothers were born in Dembitz, Galicia, and made their way to America as young boys after the war. They suffered unspeakable torment during the war. Among other things, they spent eight months in a bunker where it was impossible even to stand upright. But they also experienced unmistakable miracles, as Hashemâ€™s Providence saved them from certain death time after time.
Ephraim, the uncle of the sons who are currently mourning their father, got married in America after the war to a girl named Jenia Greenberg, daughter of Ephraim and Shprintze Greenberg, who were themselves Holocaust survivors. Ephraim and Sphrintze are no longer among the living. As I sat with the other visitors, facing the sons of Rav Shmuel Reich, Moishe Reich began to speak about his uncle, Ephraim. To be more precise, he spoke about his uncleâ€™s father-in-law, the father of his Aunt Jenia, Ephraim Greenberg.
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Ephraim Greenberg arrived in Auschwitz with his wife, Sphrintze, and their two children, a son and a daughter. They were a chassidishe family, members of the Belzer chassidus, who had been deported along with everyone else in the death trains to the extermination camps. The young family was in complete shock. Who would have believed that such evil could exist in the world? Who would have believed what lurked behind the sign that announced, â€œArbeit Macht Freiâ€? The small family was a group of only four souls, out of six million. Ephraim, who was carrying some valuables and a sum of money, gave everything he had in order to save the lives of his wife and two children. The bribe worked, and after some difficult experiences, the three managed to reach the city of Pest, Hungary. Pest was part of the Hungarian capital city of Budapest, the birthplace of many great chassidishe courts and, of course, the Pressburg dynasty. Ephraim himself remained in Auschwitz, preparing – mainly through prayer = to face a battle for his very life.
On the death march, he was certain that he could see his own death approaching. He thought about his wife and two children, who were awaiting him. Ultimately, he survived the march by a miracle, another one of the chain of miracles that he himself could not even believe had happened to him. When the gates finally opened, he found himself, a young father and husband – emaciated, brokenhearted, and suffering from tuberculosis – in a tuberculosis hospital in Sweden. After a few days, he realized that the country where he had found himself had opened its doors to the survivors of the camps, especially those who were ill and alone. With strength that he did not possess, he tried to recover enough to somehow make his way to Hungary, but he was too weak and sick. In desperation, he made several attempts to get word to his wife that he was alive and still hospitalized in Sweden. Ultimately, one of the messages – which he sent with a goodhearted soldier – found its way to his wife. Mrs. Greenberg made her way to Sweden along with her two children, one of whom was Jenia, the future wife of Ephraim Reich.
We listened raptly as Moishe shared the story of the life of Ephraim Reich, his uncle, a story that he found it fitting, for some reason, to tell us as he sat shivah for his father. And Moishe is a master storyteller. He knows exactly when to add details and how to hold his listenersâ€™ attention. In general, he is blessed with both a phenomenal memory and the ability to pay attention to the tiniest, most seemingly insignificant details. He fascinates everyone who hears him speak.
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Some time passed and the Greenberg family was finally reunited, after last being tearfully separated on the accursed soil of Auschwitz. With the help of various organizations, the young wife finally landed in Sweden. Mere words would fail to describe their encounter on the friendly soil of that Scandinavian country, with its cold climate and its warm attitude toward the survivors of the furnaces. Once again, there were tears – the total opposite of the tears that had accompanied their separation.
Ephraim recovered from the emotional reunion and made a decision. He would not wait to recover completely from his illness. Instead, he immediately began to gather up the shattered fragments of his life and reestablish his family. The first step was to find a place to live, which they discovered in a suburb by the name of Strengis. The second step, of course, was to find a means of earning a livelihood. Since he had some prior knowledge of watches, he opened a watch repair store.
Today, this may sound bizarre. After all, who fixes watches in this day and age? Seventy years ago, though, every watch was a rare and valuable object, and whenever a watch broke, it was brought to an expert watchmaker. A person who knew how to fix watches could rest easy, knowing that his parnassah was guaranteed. It quickly became apparent that Ephraim was particularly adept at the job. Before long, his reputation had spread throughout the town and the surrounding locales. Customers swarmed to his store and his business flourished.
Ephraim and his wife, like other survivors, had lived through the horrors of Auschwitz. Now that they had been blessed with a bit of tranquility and a comfortable livelihood, they gave of their own assets to other survivors who had likewise come to Sweden. Every Thursday, Mrs. Greenberg would bake challos and cakes and prepare a steaming hot soup, and on Fridays, when the store closed early, Ephraim and Shprintze would load their wagon with baskets and pots filled with food and make their way to Lidinga. There, they would bring some respite to the young Jewish girls, also survivors of the war, who had found refuge there.
Yocheved Matles, daughter of Ephraim and Jenia Reich and granddaughter of Ephraim and Shprintze Greenberg, lives in Ashdod today. This week, I listened in on a telephone call between Moishe Reich and Yocheved Matles, who is his first cousin. She filled in a few biographical details that we were missing. Among other things, she related that her mother told her that she remembered, as a child, joining her own parents on their trips from Strengis to Lidinga.
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I need no one to tell me about Lidinga. I am already quite familiar with it.
Lidinga is a small town near Stockholm, the capital city of Sweden. In the summer of 1945, Sweden was flooded with thousands of refugees who had been freed from the camps, among them a number of young girls. These survivors did not trust anyone. They were certain that murderers awaited them around every corner. They knew that they were alone in the world. Their fathers had been burned, their mothers shot, their siblings burned. Why should they even bother living?
These girls were literally gathered in from the streets. There were various Christian organizations that gathered them in and sought to restore the humanity that had been stolen from them in the camps. There were also Zionist organizations, associated with the Reform movement, that gathered groups of girls and arranged camps for them, with the goal of having them travel to the State of Israel, which was then in the process of being founded. There were also some compassionate non-Jews – mainly childless ones – who adopted some of these girls as their own daughters. Some of the people of the church sought to gather in Jewish children, especially girls, and convert them to Christianity. Today, there are elderly women in Sweden who were born into chassidishe families in Hungary and Romania, but do not know that they are Jewish.
There were two people who fought against all these â€œbenefactorsâ€ and tried to save as many Jewish girls as possible from being lost to the Jewish people. These two men were Rav Binyomin Zev Yaakovson ztâ€l and Rav Shlomo Wolbe ztâ€l. The former was a member of the Vaad Hatzalah and Keren HaTorah, who had served as rov of Copenhagen, Denmark, before the Holocaust. In 5705, before the Nazi invasion of Denmark, Rav Yaakovson and his community crossed the sea into Sweden, hoping to wait out the storm there. Rav Wolbe, meanwhile, was a young bochur who had come at the request of an Orthodox Jew living in Sweden who wished for his children to have a proper Torah education. Rav Wolbe, who was then dealing with a complicated issue pertaining to his citizenship, traveled to Sweden for a short visit. It later became clear that both of these men were emissaries of Divine Hashgachah sent to save hundreds of Jewish girls. The two of them together founded Lidinga.
Rav Binyomin Zev Yaakovson, my grandfather, would travel back and forth between the various refugee camps in Sweden, locating girls from religious homes and bringing them to Lidinga. He also located girls who had been taken into private homes, and he brought them back with him as well. He did not have to invest much effort. As soon as these girls saw a Jewish man with a beard and a yarmulka, they began to believe that it was worthwhile, after all, to live that way and to remain Jewish. Both he and Rav Wolbe showered the girls with compassion and love. Of course, they also taught them much of the basic Jewish knowledge they were lacking. They were assisted in this endeavor by Rebbetzin Baila Yaakovson, my grandmother; Mrs. Nina Igel, whose husband was the official director of the camp (since he was a Swedish resident and held academic degrees); and another counselor named Rivka Grodzensky, herself a Holocaust survivor as well, though she was slightly older than the girls. Her father had been the mashgiach of Slabodka. She later went on to become Rebbetzin Wolbe.
Lidinga itself was thus a miracle. Lidinga was home to 85 orphaned girls whose worlds had gone dark. It was a type of phenomenon that occurs only once every thousand years, if at all.
Lidinga, in a word, was my grandfather.
And it was also my mother, who was one of the girls of Lidinga. Having lost her own sisters and brothers, with the exception of one sister (I am named after her younger brother, Herschel), my mother arrived in Sweden without the slightest interest in life. All she desired was to die and to join her parents in the World to Come.
But my mother and her younger sister were part of Lidinga. And all the girls of Lidinga – all of whom my grandfather brought to the chupah – were my â€œaunts.â€
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One day, a distinguished-looking woman entered Ephraim Greenbergâ€™s watch repair shop. With visible emotion, she withdrew a large watch from her purse. â€œMr. Greenberg,â€ she said in an authoritative tone, â€œcan you fix this watch for me?â€
â€œI will try to answer you after I examine it,â€ he replied.
â€œCan you examine it now and give me an answer?â€ she asked.
â€œThe examination also takes time, at least two hours. If you would like, you can go attend to your affairs and come back in two hours. I hope to be able to answer you by then.â€
The customer was silent for a moment. â€œLook,â€ she finally said, â€œI donâ€™t want to leave the watch unattended.â€
â€œI understand. You can sit in a chair here and wait.â€ The woman hesitated, then decided to trust the watchmaker.
â€œBut how much will it cost?â€ she asked.
â€œItâ€™s difficult for me to answer that without examining it first.â€
The two agreed that he would examine the watch for free. If the damage was not irreversible, he would then name a price and she would decide whether she was willing to pay for it. The discussions were all theoretical, though, for it was possible that the antique, expensive watch might not be reparable.
Two hours later, the woman returned to the store. â€œCan it be fixed?â€ she asked.
â€œI have fixed it already,â€ he replied.
She nearly fainted. This was unexpected. â€œHow much will it cost?â€
He named a price so low that she had to steady herself once again. â€œLook,â€ she said, â€œI am not a wealthy woman, but I am a dentist. I am prepared to take care of your teeth for free. I wonâ€™t even require you to pay for the materials I use.â€
Ephraim smiled, displaying his willingness to accept the gesture – because he had no teeth. Auschwitz had left him not only with a scarred soul, but with a scarred body as well. One of his legs was only partially functioning, and there were no teeth left in his mouth. That incident sparked a bizarre friendship between the Jewish, Hungarian-born Holocaust survivor and the Christian dentist.
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Once, as he sat in the dentistâ€™s chair, Ephraimâ€™s dentist told him that she had taken two Jewish girls into her home. She spoke proudly, expecting him to express admiration for her nobility. But Ephraim leapt from his seat. â€œWhat did you say?â€
â€œI said that I took in two Jewish girls I found in the street.â€
â€œTheyâ€™re Jewish? Are you sure?â€
â€œAbsolutely. They were in Auschwitz.â€
Ephraim rose to his full height, his entire body trembling. â€œWhat are they doing in your home?â€
â€œWhat do you mean?â€ she responded. â€œI intend to raise them.â€ The dentist went on to relate that she lived alone. She had neither a husband nor children, but she was relatively well-off. She had taken the two girls into her home in order to give them a happy life.
â€œThis is my response to Hitlerâ€™s atrocities,â€ she said with satisfaction. She could not understand why the watchmaker was not expressing his admiration for her noble deed. â€œI have already begun the legal adoption process,â€ she added. She also related that she planned on marrying off the elder of the two to her sisterâ€™s son. â€œShe will have a happy life with him and forget all that she has suffered. Next week, he will come to meet her.â€
â€œDid you know,â€ Ephraim exclaimed, raising his voice, â€œthat you are doing exactly what Hitler did?â€
The dentist was stunned. â€œHow can you talk to me like that? Is this what your Torah teaches you?â€
â€œThose girls are Jewish!â€ he exclaimed. â€œHow can you marry them off to a Christian?â€
â€œWhat difference does it make?â€ she demanded. â€œThe main thing is for him to be a human being.â€
â€œYouâ€™re wrong! You are doing something that is burning the souls of these girlsâ€™ parents. You are doing what Hitler did. He wanted to destroy the Jewish nation, and that is exactly what you are doing. Their children will live as Christians!â€
The dentist suddenly burst into uncontrollable weeping, as did Ephraim. It was a terrible scene for both of them.
Ephraim was the first to recover. â€œCan I meet the girls?â€ he asked.
The two girls, one 17 years old and the other 15, shuddered when they saw Ephraim. Since the Holocaust, they had not seen another Jew.
â€œModeh ani lefanecha,â€ Ephraim began to chant with chassidishe pronunciation.
The girls burst into heartrending tears and exclaimed, â€œMelech chai vekayom!â€
The two girls sat for a long time with â€œUncle Ephraim,â€ as he spoke to them about what was going on in the world, and especially about Lidnga. â€œWhen you get to Lidinga,â€ he told them, â€œyou will see another 84 girls like yourselves. That is the place for you.â€ He promised the girls and the dentist that he would arrange for them to be taken into the camp as soon as possible.
Ephraim did not wait for his weekly visit to the camp every Friday. Instead, he hurried to the small hut where Rav Binyomin Zev Yaakovson lived, and he proceeded to inform him of the events of the day. Rav Yaakovson looked at him with tired eyes. â€œDonâ€™t you know that if I allow another two girls into the institution, it might be closed down altogether?â€ he asked. He knew that the Swedish government had limited the number of students that the camp could accept.
Ephraim spoke tersely in response: â€œNo choice!â€
â€œOkay,â€ said Rav Yaakovson. â€œBring them as quickly as possible.â€ Nevertheless, he added, the girls were not to be considered students in the camp. They were to be his guests, living with him and his wife. This would be an answer to the Swedish inspectors when they came to monitor the goings-on at the camp.
The older girl, like the other girls of Lidinga, moved to Eretz Yisroel two years later and built a true Torah home. Rav Yaakovson married her off, just as he did with all her â€œsistersâ€ from Lidinga. That girl became the mother of nine children, all of whom she viewed as a vengeance of sorts against the Nazi devil. Until her passing this past Erev Shavuos, she never fully freed herself from Auschwitz.
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When Moishe finished speaking, the audience sat quietly, still enthralled by his words. â€œNu,â€ he said, taking a deep breath, â€œwhat do you say? Isnâ€™t it an astonishing story?â€
Everyone was silent.
Then he turned to me and asked, â€œTzvika, what do you say?â€
I dried my tears and laughed. â€œMoishe, do you really think I donâ€™t know? I didnâ€™t say anything because I didnâ€™t want to ruin the story. I grew up with the stories of â€˜Uncle Ephraim.â€™ Every time my mother visited America, her visit began and ended at the home of â€˜Uncle Ephraimâ€™ and his wife, â€˜Aunt Sphrintze.â€™â€
Because, of course, the older of those two girls was my motherâ€¦