BurghByrd wrote:
My step daughter is traveling in Europe including one stop in Auschwitz Birkenau. I thought I'd share a couple of the cell phone pictures she sent; they were thought provoking to me. It's a lesson in what social pressure will compel normal people to tolerate and some to deny and why history's lessons are so important.
It’s my understanding that, for the most part, Orthodox Jews are not supposed to be cremated. And among the less religiously intense, while it’s not exactly verboten, it is also pretty much frowned upon. With this in mind, what the Nazis did in Auschwitz by burning the bodies of their victims certainly added insult to injury.
We have a very dear friend whose parents both survived Auschwitz. Then, in 1947, a couple of years after the war in Europe ended, our friend was born in what was then Czechoslovakia, as the first of a total of four children.
One day I was chatting with her father and brought up the fact of how relatively lucky his family had been that both he and his wife survived that horror-show intact. He then corrected me. Before the war he and his wife had each been married to other people and each already had several children. All of them were gone, as were the rest of their families. Up in smoke. They were the only ones left, had each lost everyone they loved, but were fortunate enough to meet one another after the war, fall in love, marry, and have their four kids, one of whom was our friend.
He then surprised me by saying that both he and his wife had plans to be cremated after they were gone. This way they could still “be” with each other, and also rejoin the rest of their families who had already gone up in smoke so many years before. In this case the choice would be theirs, not the Nazis’.
And that’s what was done.
A few years after their deaths my wife and I visited Poland and the now renamed Czech Republic. While in Poland we Went to Auschwitz and, like every visiter who comes here, were completely overcome to be standing in the middle of the place in which so much horror and complete desecration of humanity once took took place. This was all the more meaningful to us as, having both been born in the early 1940’s, all this occurred during our own time on earth, not in some vague long ago, Daguerreotype period.
So we walked around the camp and eventually found ourselves in what I believe was the camp’s last still standing crematorium. The oven doors were open so we could see inside … an inside that was now sparkling clean … with no remaining ashes from its former “customers.” There was one of those velvet ropes in front of the ovens, as there are at so many museums and galleries, so the visitors could not approach too closely. In the Jewish religion, when you visit a grave, you’re supposed to place a stone on top of the marker to show that you were there. So I went outside, found a stone for each of us, walked back in, ducked under the velvet rope, and place the two stones inside one of the crematory’s ovens.
When we returned home and we told our friend what I did, for which we each received a big, tight hug. Although she and her husband certainly understood why, they had both been very upset when they carried out her parents’ post-death plan. Now, knowing that there was at least a temporary memorial to them … I’m sure those rocks were removed just after we left … in such an appropriate place, they both felt a lot better.
I realized many years later that, if it weren’t for Hitler, our friend would never have existed. Her parents would each have had other families and would not have joined together. The universe twists and turns in ways we cannot know or understand.