Guest Post by Rivkie Greenland
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| Left: My father's parents Right: My mother's parents |
Of my 4 grandparents, one survived selection in Auschwitz and lived
through the horrors of multiple other concentration camps. One was hidden in
the basement of a righteous Ukranian gentile together with 6 other Jews for
over two years. One ran and hid through the forest after being housed for a
short while by a gentile family only to be let go, fearing for their own lives.
And one stayed together with his 3 young sons and brother who, by hand, built
underground bunkers for themselves and 80 other Jews. Chasdei Hashem, they all
survived.
I am not here to tell their stories.
Doing so would just trivialize the realities of what they went
through to stay alive. I do not, to this day, even know the details of their
own personal nightmares. And even if I did, it would be impossible to give it
the proper credence and kavod it would deserve. What I do know is that they all
made it. And bearing the intensity of all they witnessed and went through, they
kept their faith and went on.
They went on to build life again. They went on and sacrificed in
so many ways to live Torah observant lives just as they had before the war.
They got married, had children and taught those children the importance of
Torah and mitzvos, shared their families’ minhagim, sang their beautiful family
niggunim, and instilled in them a love and yearning for Eretz Yisroel....
This was their mesorah. They gave it over to their children, who
gave it over to their children who are giving it over to their children,
who are giving it over to their children and who will B’ezras Hashem one day
will give it over to their children.
My mother always says that we take for granted the ability to live
Torah lives without being scared…that we live in a time of peace and are able
to practice yiddishkeit without fear of being caught.
I know that in light of what my grandparents went through, it’s
audacious to think that we, in this generation would have challenges in the
practice of yiddishkeit. But we do….Jewish apathy and assimilation, among
the most challenging. And sometimes, it's hard to be strong.
But we, like they, must remain strong in our convictions, hold our
heads high and show the world that we are not afraid to be different… show our
children that we are not afraid to be different. And remain consistent in the
examples we learned from our grandparents..... They held on tight. We, too must
hold on tight.
May Hashem give us all the strength to overcome our challenges,
and be worthy of the days of moshiach so that we can live true, safe, healthy,
beautiful, and brilliantly clear Torah observant lives.
-In memory of my Zadie Shimon, Bubbie Bella (Bayla), and Zadie
Markus (Mordechai).
-And in the Z’chus of health and Arichus Yomim for my Bubbie Tzirel.
-And in the Z’chus of health and Arichus Yomim for my Bubbie Tzirel.
