“Warsaw stood magnificent along the Vistula River- a tapestry of monument-lined boulevards, elegant palaces, verdant parks, and classical bistros…What a marvelous time to be alive-a toddler blessed with a loving family…Music infused our family life…We would sing…after dinner, knocking rhythmically on the table, filling the night with laughter.”
September 1, 1939, Edna Szurek, just shy of five years old, attended her best friend’s birthday party along with her older sister, Miriam. Suddenly, without warning, bombs fell…walls collapsed. The naivety of childhood ended, and with it, safety. How would one get home amid the rubble and fallen bricks? “Miriam’s hand remained locked with mine, a lifeline in chaos. Her presence was my only certainty.” Arriving home after a two day ordeal “...we lost ourselves in music and movement, laughter and love, temporarily insulated from the new reality that waited beyond our walls.” Still, Miriam with Edna in tow, would go to the cinema. They especially enjoyed movies with singing and dancing.
It started with German patrols, on foot or in vehicles, enemy forces slowly surrounding Warsaw, dropping bombs while concurrently issuing an ultimatum to surrender. New restrictions were issued daily. “Row after row of (soldiers), their boots striking the cobblestones in perfect unison, creating that terrible rhythm that would echo in my nightmares for years to come.”
In the year 1940, the Warsaw Ghetto was created. Heavily guarded, there would be no passage between the Ghetto and the “Aryan side” of Warsaw. As the confined Jewish population increased exponentially, food rations became scarce. In order to feed their family, six year old Edna and twelve year old Miriam were schooled in how to squeeze through a crack in the Ghetto wall, purchase food on the Aryan side and slip back undetected. “Two parallel worlds existed, separated only by a wall of brick and mortar.”.
Promises were made to ensure that able-bodied men from the Ghetto were found for a German construction project. If Papa was proven to be a valuable asset, the family might be able to resettle in the east. Lies!!! Men boarding the transport were ordered to leave their suitcases. They were told that their possessions would follow. From the Aryan side, Edna and Miriam witnessed the deportations. Again, piles of suitcases were left behind. “What began as desperate attempts to feed our family soon became something more. We discovered that beyond the wall, we could be different people entirely-Polish children who sang for coins rather than…marked for death.”
Edna and Miriam spent four years on the streets of Warsaw posing as Polish orphans. They sang Polish folk songs and harmonized in songs they learned from the movies. They sang and danced for tips. Sometimes a family or a widow would shelter them for the night. It was however imperative that they never develop a set pattern of movement. They must always be vigilant watching for those who might betray them. Take, for example, Papa’s friend who promised to provide the sisters with bed and board. The next day, the wife requested that both girls go with her to the market. Spotting the Gestapo in their line of vision, in unison, they kicked the wife and ran in different directions to evade capture, hiding in alleyways until the danger passed.
Edna and Miriam Szurek were destined to live life on the Aryan side of Warsaw posing as Catholic Polish orphans Stefcia and Marysia-Marja Skolkowska. “With each repetition of my new name, I felt my old self recede…Each repetition felt like swallowing a stone…The false name scraping against my throat where Edna used to live.”
How to embrace life on the Aryan side of Warsaw. “You must pretend you are a person who belongs there. Walk around during the day, take the tram, visit the cinema, go to the library, sit at cafes-live the same day-to-day life that they do…Live for the future, not the past. Talk as if you have much to look forward to.” These lessons for living proved to be vital when, at age nine, Kajtek nee Stefcia nee Edna became the youngest soldier in the Polish Home Army. She traveled during gunfire, sometimes through sewers, as a courier routing orders to field commanders. As a street performer, Katjek knew every street, every alley and every tram route. For her valor, she earned an audience with the Pope. He thought she was Catholic.
Edna Stefania Brill entrusted her daughter-in-law, author Janet Bond Brill with her recollections, reinforced by historical archives, to tell her story in this posthumous memoir. With “a lifetime of insight, introspection, and keen observation”, Edna personified “strength in adversity”. A photo of Edna at her 50th Wedding Gala shows a remarkable woman whose “laughter…could brighten the darkest day.”
A highly recommended read.
Thank you Janet Bond Brill, PhD for the print copy in exchange for an honest review.