Back to Poland
In June 1946 my grandfather’s health must have improved enough for him to be able to travel and he applied to his commanding officer for permission to return to Poland:
I would like to report that I would like to return to Poland.
My decision is guided by the hopeless state of my
health, longing for my country and my surviving wife
and an only daughter who time and again call for my
return to Lodz (Source: Hoover Institution Archives,
The request was accompanied by the declaration
signed by my grandfather and two witnesses saying
that having been informed by his superiors about the
political situation and conditions recently existing in
Poland, he nevertheless declares that he would now
like to return there and will not have any claims
against anybody because of that.
Repatriated to Poland from Polkemmet, Scotland on
4 October 1946.
On 22 October 1946 my mother wrote to a friend from Lodz:
I have so much to tell you that I do not know where to start. Well, the most important event was the return of my daddy one week ago. We went the three of us (Mommy, Janek [her fiancée and future husband, Arnold Majorek] and myself) to Gdansk to meet him. Our meeting was, of course, different from what I had imagined – daddy was in a transit camp and we could not even speak freely. It was only after three days that he got his papers and could return home. Mommy and I got a lot of presents bought in the most exotic countries and in most diverse circumstances. It is really moving how daddy all the time thought about us.
But my grandmother saw his return in a different light. Responding to Maryla Erlich’s letter she wrote:
I have not been able to relax since 1939. There were some happy moments when I had learnt that my husband is alive and that we shall be together again but when I saw him I started to cry, nobody was able to pacify me. I felt that we shall not be together for long. My husband returned gravely ill.
But, well, considering what could have happened, one can speak about a happy end for this small Jewish family from Lodz who, against all odds, survived WWII. How my mother and grandmother survived in Poland is a different story which I hope to be able to tell one day. Enough to say that my mother had a photo album of her own!
The unexpected happy end, Lodz, 1949
War medals awarded to my grandfather