What Papa Told Me
By Felice Cohen
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This unforgettable book offers a unique perspective of the Holocaust and the story is filled with loss and despair, but hinges on hope and survival.
"What Papa Told Me" has been endorsed by Elie Wiesel, author of "Night," as well as the Yad Vashem museum in Jerusalem. The book recently won two honorable mention book awards from The 2011 Eric Hoffer Award and the 2011 New York Book Festival Award.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5What an important document this is, and what a great job by the writer/editor in capturing the voice of the storyteller and the urgency of the importance of the storytelling. I love it when books inspire me. This one did so in multiple ways. First, it inspired the necessity of voice-capture in a book I'm working on that captures dozens of distinct voices, and second, it inspired me to pursue the publishing of my grandfather's memoirs. Everything's been recorded, I just need to begin the work...
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Not to make light of the torturous hardships Murray Schwartzbaum lived through, but this man has 9 lives! EIGHT concentration camps, a family suicide, the deaths of too many relatives and a move to America. .... the man has compassion and empathy running thru his veins.A short book for sure, written by his grand-daughter by way of discussions and questions ...it is NOT meant to be an in-depth holocaust story. Instead it is meant to be a memoir, shared precious moments with a man who kept more inside than most share in a lifetime of talking.One word? I'd have to say PRECIOUS.Wish i could personally give Murray a hug...
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What Papa Told Me - Felice Cohen
What Papa Told Me
By Felice Cohen
What Papa Told Me
Copyright © 2010 by Felice Cohen
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without written permission from the author.
ISBN (978-0-615-51392-8)
www.whatpapatoldme.com
Dividends Press
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Printed in the United States of America
First Edition
For Papa
Thank you for never giving up
Everyday’s a birthday when I get up in the morning.
— Murray Schwartzbaum,
August 15, 2006
When I die, make sure I shouldn’t be buried alive.
— Murray Schwartzbaum,
July 11, 2007
Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1: In the Beginning
Chapter 2: The Beginning of the End
Chapter 3: Muscle
Men
Chapter 4: Dark Smoke
Chapter 5: Seventy-Eight Pounds
Chapter 6: Enough is Enough
Chapter 7: Fresh Start
Chapter 8: The Past is Still Present
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Foreword
F eigela,
Papa’s eyes were moist as he spoke my Yiddish name. I want you should write my story.
He was looking out a glassed-in porch, four stories above a deeply green manicured lawn where a serene blue river cut precise S-shapes throughout. Animating this Disney-perfect shoreline were dozens of bright white herons, while common hawks flew overhead. We were sitting on the terrace in one of several identical condominiums inside Papa’s gated community in Boca Raton, Florida.
But it’s not just in the camps I had to survive,
Papa said. All my life I’ve come up against roadblocks and had to find ways to push through. I lived my life always with my kids in mind. I want they should know my story so that they can learn to survive, too.
Ever since I started writing for my college newspaper Papa had thought of me as The Writer.
That’s why he wanted me to write about the personal struggles he faced in childhood, in the Holocaust, and then when he came to America. He had never told anyone these stories before. Not to his first wife nor his second current wife, nor to any of his five children, nine grandchildren or ten great-grandchildren.
People should know,
Papa had decided, so that it doesn’t happen again. I lost most of my family - parents, sisters, a brother, cousins, so many killed. I suffered conditions you shouldn’t know from. But I never complained. I’m just an ordinary man who lived his life.
I took out a notebook.
Here is what Papa told me.
Felice: Do you ever have nightmares of those days?
Papa: Sometimes, but I try not to think about it. There are some mornings when I wake up and feel like I’m suffocating and I have to run out and take a deep breath. (Pauses) I want you should put all these stories of the concentration camps together, one after the other, how I survived.
Felice: Okay, Papa. I will.
1
In the Beginning
My name is Murray Schwartzbaum. I had a regular, normal childhood. At least it started off normal. I had the usual: a mother and father, one older brother, and four sisters. We all lived together, along with my grandmother, in a small house that had an extra room with a separate entrance that my parents rented to an older man. At night we closed off the kitchen with a curtain and my brother Joseph and I shared a bed on the other side. The four girls slept in one bedroom on two small beds and my parents had their own room. When my grandmother - my mother’s mother - came to live with us, we built a separate room for her and she had her own kitchen.
In our shtetl (village) in Szczekociny, Poland, not too far from Krakow, there were hundreds of families, almost half of them Jewish. But what everyone had in common, Jewish or not, was that they all had only a little money. Compared to most of them, my family was well off. We weren’t rich but we never went hungry. Not then, anyway. We did have enough money to pay for two women who worked for us, one to cook and one to clean and care for the kids. All of us went to school until we were thirteen and then we went to work.
Growing up I went to cheder (Jewish day school) in the morning. My favorite subjects were math and ancient history. I had many friends and I loved my teachers. Our little school was in the center of town, not far from the main shul (synagogue) where I spent the afternoons learning Torah. That was my routine until I turned thirteen and had my bar mitzvah. That was the happiest day of my life. My father Meyer woke me early and we walked to the shul together. I don’t even remember if it was the spring or fall it was so long ago, but I do remember the colors. The shul was filled with men dressed in black capes, their long beards white like the tallitot (prayer shawl) draped over their shoulders, while the bright yellow light shone through the windows from outside.
My bar mitzvah was like any usual Saturday morning service with a mix of Hebrew and Yiddish, praying and chanting. When it was my turn to come forward for an aliyah, the honor given to recite the blessings before and after the Torah is read, I was nervous. This was a big deal. My father patted my shoulder as I stepped toward the pulpit in my brand new black shoes, and everyone was watching me. Everyone knew my father Meyer. He was an educated man and was the President of Mizrachi, the Zionist organization in our town. He also sang in our shul choir. Everyone said he had a voice like a cantor. I had big shoes to fill. When the rabbi nodded to me that I should begin reading, everyone became very quiet.
"Baruch atah Adonai…" The Hebrew I chanted without effort, each word perfect. Halfway through I looked over at my father sitting in the front row, proud and dignified. I smiled and finished the prayer. When I was done, the rabbi and cantor each shook my hand, and so did a whole line of other men in the congregation as I returned to my seat. Everyone congratulated me. It was the biggest moment in my life. I had become a man.
After the service we all drank vodka in small glasses. It made my eyes water and the men laughed and clapped me on the back. We ate sponge cake and honey cake and herring. Later, a little drunk from the liquor and the food, my father and I walked home. Waiting there for us were my family and other relatives who also lived in Szczekociny. Little children were outside playing and the adults were in the