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Tabry's Submitted by her daughter Susan Karr I am a first generation survivor. I was born in a small town called Szydlowiec, near Radom in Poland. My family consisted of my parents and six other siblings. The Nazis occupied our town in September, 1939. At that time I was 14 years old. |
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| Recipes: Florence Tabry's Beef Stew Florence Tabrys Mock Chopped Liver For three years, we continued to live in our house along with the other people in the town. A fence was not erected and a formal ghetto was not created because the entire Jewish population lived in the center of the town, and was surrounded by the Polish people and the Nazi SS. We were forced to do various jobs and were fed miserable food rations. We were without any nutrition, calories, or vitamins. My father was a shoemaker and was able to stealthily barter shoes for food with the Polish people—and that's how we were somehow able to survive. I had two older brothers, but since I was the oldest of the girls, it became my duty and obligation to do all of the chores in the house, while I was also forced to work for the Nazis.
My younger sister and I were sent to an ammunitions factory where we worked for two years producing shells for bullets. We worked in two shifts, 12 hours each, night and day—and all that was provided was a measly piece of ersatz bread and a bowl of watery soup. All day and night we would dream of food. We would remind ourselves of the simplest things that we ate at home, especially during the holidays. I would think about how I helped my mother prepare the necessary dishes such as gefillte fish, chicken with matzo ball soup, kreplach, stuffed cabbage, and a chulent for shabbat. As the Russian army got closer and closer, the SS and their collaborators started to transport us from one camp to another—each one worse than the next. At one point we walked dozens of kilometers during the middle of winter in torn or wooden shoes, without any food. We were transported to Bergen Belsen, Burgau, Tirkheim, and we ended up in Dachau where on April 30th we were finally liberated by the American army. Miraculously, I remained with my sister the entire time.
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In
1942, the Nazi's suddenly gathered the entire Jewish population
and segregated us according to our ages and apparent health condition.
My parents, grandparents, and younger sisters and brother were immediately
sent to Treblinka, an extermination camp, where they perished. My
two older brothers escaped but were later caught and shot.
After
the liberation, we lived in a displaced person's camp for four years.
After six weeks at the camp, I met my husband Harry. We got married
in Germany and immigrated to the United States. We moved to the
Bronx because I had an uncle who sponsored us and his family was
living there. I was in the United States for only ten days when
I got a job as a seamstress. A couple of years later I gave birth
to the first of two lovely daughters. I have two daughters Helen
and Susan. They are married. The first has two daughters and the
second has two sons. We lived in New York for many years (Brooklyn,
Long Island, and Queens), and had various businesses. We eventually
settled in Florida and recently celebrated our 60th wedding anniversary!
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