Avrumele: A Memoir
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Avrumele: A Memoir is a first-person account of Albert Hepner's experiences as a "hidden child" during the Nazi hunt for Jews in German-occupied Brussels during World War II. This memoir is written from the perspective of a frightened child whose father has died, leaving him and his widowed mother to fend for themselves as
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Avrumele - Albert Hepner
Printed in the United States of America
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American
Copyright Conventions.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher except for brief quotations used in critical articles and reviews.
Copyright © 2018 Albert Hepner
avrumele1940@gmail.com
ISBN 978-0-9837145-1-4
ISBN 978-0-9837145-2-1 (e-book)
Hepner, Albert 1935—
112 pages, 6.14 x 9.21 inches
illustrated
Acknowledgements
In appreciation to those who encouraged me to persevere and share my experiences as a hidden child during the Holocaust in Belgium-1940-1945.
Susan J. Onaitis, Robin Schore, Ron Kostar, Abbot Friedland, Laura Knight, James Franklin, Rachel Goldstein, Susan Doron (Editor), Rhoda Wolin, James Sherry, Lynn Holl (Graphic Designer), and my three daughters, Amy, Mindy, and Suzy.
I dedicate this book to the two heroes in it:
Dr. Maurice (Motl) Globerson
and
Abraham (Vinnik) Winnik
Contents
Prologue
1940: War Breaks up a Card Game in Brussels!
1941: Lunec
1941: Max and the Gestapo
1941: The Church on Avenue Clemenceau
1941: The Weavers
1941: Hoisted by My Own Petard, We Go Shopping for Another Hiding Place
1942: Marie Louise Takes Care of the the Good Little Nazi
1942: Are you Jewish?
1942: Waterloo, the Hidden Attic on the Farm
1942: Dominus Vobiscum!
1943-1944: Ainsi soit-il – So Shall it Be
1945: The Hungry Aftermath in Odegien
1945-1947: The Aftermath in Brussels
Epilogue
PROLOGUE
Other than the occasional calls of sale juif
or dirty Jew, life for Jews in Brussels before the Second World War was likely the same as those in the rest of anti-Semitic Christian Europe. Our family, my father, mother, brother and I lived in an apartment in the Anderlecht district of Brussels where my parents had their own little business manufacturing pocketbooks for a large manufacturer. My family had moved to Brussels from Warsaw in 1932, more to find work than to escape anti-Semitism, which was prevalent in both places. Pocketbook and glove manufacturing had become the predominant occupation of Jews in Brussels, whereas the diamond business kept the more religious Jews in Antwerp busy. Occupations seemed to range from manual vocational jobs, Jews working for more affluent Jewish manufacturers, with the professions, medicine, law and accounting gradually becoming more available to Jews.
It was commonplace and expected that most Jews would participate in their varying occupations mostly in Brussels and Antwerp for eleven months a year and spend a summer month in Blankenberge at the North Sea beach.
There’s little evidence that Jews were part of the Belgian social fabric; it’s more likely that they were tolerated as a nuisance. They continued to be viewed as the stranger
or foreigner. About 75,000 Jews lived in Belgium in 1940, 40 percent of them in Brussels, but the overwhelming majority lived in Antwerp, with a sprinkling in Charleroi and Liege. The Jewish population had more than doubled since WW I because Jews were escaping anti-Semitism in Eastern Europe and had landed in Belgium. Nonetheless, most Jews living in Belgium were not Belgian citizens in 1940. By 1944, 60% of the Jews were in hiding in Belgium.
I was one of them.
1940: War Breaks up a Card Game in Brussels!
As they had for so many years, my father and his three friends were using the dining room table, sometimes laughing, sometimes talking, while they played their weekly card game. Because the dining room also served as my bedroom, I had grown accustomed to the weekly buzz of card-playing, chattering men. Even though I was only five years old, I can remember waiting excitedly for those Wednesday nights.
My mother would warn me that I had to go to sleep even though they would be playing. Poised by the table, waiting for his cronies to show up, my father would set the table with decks of cards, ashtrays and empty glasses that later would be filled with non-alcoholic beverages. He’d glance at me and, with a warm smile, reassure me that I really wouldn’t have to go to sleep right away. Leaning on one elbow, I’d smile back, eager with anticipation.
Somehow I felt that this special conspiracy between us made me a partner in their games. Games that I could never actually see, since the only thing visible from my bed were the elbows of the players sitting on my side of the room. If I stretched up enough, I could see my father’s face across the table. I’m sure that his conspiratorial smile had nothing to do with the hand he was holding. Rather, it was a constant reminder that we were in on this playful deception together. Most often, I was able to smile back for a half hour or so before finally drifting off to sleep.
This particular night sirens suddenly shattered the low night sounds. This must have been the first time this had happened during a card game. They seemed shocked and I think I may have mimicked them, even though I didn’t really understand what was going on. My father immediately turned off the lights and ran to the window to close the drapes. He and his friends began to speak in hushed tones as if, for once, they were concerned about waking me. I had indeed been half asleep, but the sudden forced whispers most definitely woke me up. The sirens continued to warn us of imminent danger. Peering between the curtains they had opened slightly, my father and his friends, their lively camaraderie now transformed into hushed alarm, wondered what had happened to set off those terrible sirens.
Suddenly we saw and heard what seemed like lightning and thunder. My father said, Ca commence; It begins! I think the Germans are now attacking Brussels.
The bombing signaled how dangerous it had become for them to get together. And that marked the last time these good friends played cards together.
1941: Lunec
My father had been ill since at least 1938, when I was three. My memories of his illness are so vague: our cousin Motl, a doctor, examining him at home, and visits to the hospital are mixed in my head to visits to the seashore. He seemed to spend a lot of time away from home at the hospital. Often, my mother would go to stay with him overnight. Sometimes they would take me along and my brother and I would go home in the evening. I think that besides his temporary disappearances, what hurt most was that he wouldn’t, probably couldn’t, pick me up and put me on his lap, my favorite place then. I don’t remember that anyone else ever held me the way he did. It’s only as an adult worried about the colon cancer that killed him at 42 and my brother at 61 that I understood why he hardly ever picked me up to put me on his lap.
He finally succumbed to his illness in 1941 when I was six years old. I was told only that he wouldn’t come home again, but I wasn’t told why. Recently, Bella, my niece who lives in Belgium, told me that her son was surprised that she would see her uncle, me, in Israel, because he thought I was dead. When she asked him why he thought so, he said that like his Mammy, who had died, he hadn’t seen me for a long time. When you’re six, the only difference between the living and the dead is that the dead are no longer seen.
Early on the day of the funeral, my mother wailed so much that she could hardly dress herself. But with no women around to help her dress, she let me watch while she struggled to put her camisole on by herself. This uncharacteristic lack of modesty was just another indication that something had gone terribly wrong. She cried incessantly while tussling with her stockings.
I knew my father wasn’t coming home anymore, but I didn’t know exactly why. My mother seemed lonely and empty, even though her boys, my older brother Max and I, were with her. But all she could see was that her husband was no longer there. No longer would she have to empty what I now understand was the colostomy bag strapped to him, but she still screamed that I’d rather carry his pee than live without him.
Despite all her efforts to keep her lips pursed as she tried not to cry and whimper, they would burst open in new rounds of wailing and tears.
The early morning had been full of tears for all three of us as we wandered through the apartment as if we didn’t know where we were. The somber mood didn’t change until our neighbors Schmiel and Shlifka and their children came in. Their two sons and