I’ve heard from the librarian in Hamburg who has my grandfathers books, all sorts of fascinating information much of which I didn’t know, a fair bit right back to my great grandfather who as also a rabbi. It’s very odd because there was so little from my fathers side of the family. Nothing made it over here when they fled after my grandfather was rescued from Buchenwald concentration camp as the Nazis didn’t let any of their possessions leave the country. I’m just grateful they managed to stay alive.
I’m not going to share much here. It feels too personal even though it’s ancient family history. It’s somehow fresh and visceral even though it’s 70 years on and happened way before I was born. Hard to explain. The one thing I will share is that the librarian said the books were given to them by the Gestapo as a ‘gift’ (his parentheses).
This picture I took earlier somehow seems apt, along with the name that came to me as I took it: