שריקו רוזנברג

(1897-1944)
Date of death : 1944Place of death : Auschwitz
Place of Burial : None - Plot No. -
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Born SzigetLived Chust

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In memory of my parents and little sister, Evo, who perished in the Shoah. My mother came from the Sziget shtetel in Marmorosh, a conservative Jewish area as were my mothers parents. A traditional western leaning home with ties to the Hungarian culture and language. Eli Weisel, Nobel prize winner is originally from Sziget and in his writings mentions great rabbis from the area. Everyone called my mom Sari-ok. The "ko" shows much love to the person. My mother was loved and admired by everyone who knew her. First and foremost to her was caring for her family and friends. My mother married Meir Rosenberg from the city of Chust. A more conservative city with strong connections to religion. The lives of the Jews revolved around the mitzvot, synagogue and shtibel. At our multi lingual home we would speak Hungarian with my mother, Yiddish with my father. Czeck, Hungarian and Ukrainian at school and also some Hebrew. My mother soon got acclimated to Chust. My parents believed that the "good" Hungarians from the time of the Austrian Hungarian empire would return and that the Jews would fare well, even very well. My father felt especially confident, he was a former officer in the Austro-Hungarian army who fraught on several battle fronts. My fathers brother Yitzhak, also fraught and died in battle on their eastern front. They were very disappointed that after the Hungarian occupation pogroms and anti semitism prevailed. Jewish property was confiscated and further damage was done to the economy. In this war, Christianity and Islam tried to destroy the Jewish people and unfortunately that continues today. The Jewish leaders at the time be it religious or not (even Zionists), did not recognize the ominous clouds forming in Europe. The prevailing thought was that this will pass and that Europe will not succumb to a new wave of anti semitism. My mother, was the first in the family that said we have to leave. No one listened to her, especially not my father who was a loyal European and who felt that nothing would happen to the Jews. And then as if out of the blue in the summer of 1944 everything changed. Hungarian gendarmes with assistance from the SS and Gestapo ordered all the Jews to leave and move to local ghettos. Even in these harsh conditions my mother remained optimistic and kept the family together. Illusions and false hope consumed everything, most believed the Hungarians who stated "because of our concern for the Jews, we will relocate you to quite area far away from the approaching Red Army. The Jews believed even though the worst was coming. The cattle car trains were loaded with 200 people per car. They were all packed in these trains in terrible conditions, for the 3 day trip to Auschwitz. Only Auschwitz itself was worse than this journey. Many died on these trains. My family was on one of there horrific trains. I will now give an eyewitness account from my sister Fochy and brother Volly (who both survived Auschwitz) of what happened next. I have no doubt in their testimony. Immediately upon arriving in Auschwitz the Germans began the selection process. The young and healthy who we're able to work went to the right. The sick, young and old went to the gas chambers. My young sister who held my mothers hand was ordered left to extermination. My mother who knew German from her days of studying in Vienna told the German soldier that "she will go with her young daughter" the German told my mother "leave your daughter, you know where she's going". But my mother persisted saying "I'm going with my daughter" to that the German replied "if you want to go with your daughter so much then go" I have no doubt that like every human being in such a situation she was fearful of what was about to happen. But she would not give up and walked toward her death with her daughter, because that was her choice. Little Evo, even in your death and the death of our mother, we love you and will never forget you and the other like you that we're taken from us by Nazi murderers. My very wise mother supported my going to what was then British controlled Palestine in 1941 at age 17. She would say "we'll have somewhere to go after the war" No one thought that the question wouldn't be "where to go" but rather "who would be left to go"

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