TROPHY

THE TROPHY

So you are that person who is interested in the Holocaust survivors and their stories.

Pity that you cannot talk with my father.
He could tell you a lot. He was in the Majdanek concentration camp.
He was one of the few who got out from there alive.
But he cannot tell you anything.
Because he died a few years ago.

Anyway, I doubt if he would have told you anything.
He never talked about it.
It happened only once. And it was not pleasant at all.
What did he say that one time? Nothing about his survival.
But it was enough to ruin two lives.

Yes. The past can be a cruel thing and can easily ruin the future.
What was it all about? I am not sure if I can describe it well.
It still hurts, even though it happened in the last decade.
That story hurt the whole family.
We do not discuss it. Not even amongst family members.
It has an indirect connection with the war and the Holocaust.

The story started quite normal with my daughter, Ava.
She was always a jolly kid.
It seemed like the sun was shining brighter and warmer everywhere she went.
No one could resist this child's charm.
Even those old grumpy Jews across the street, where you could never see a trace of a smile on their faces, resembled a happy flock of cackling chicken whenever she passed by.
She was, of course, Grandpa's, my father's, darling.
By the way, she was named after Grandpa's older sister, which didn't survive the war.

She was a clever child.
Learning and everything else was a piece of cake for her.
She passed high school as number two in her class and was accepted at Penn State University. She did pretty well there. As a rookie, she was active not only in the classrooms but also in sports and the youth associations.

Then she got to know Henry.
He was also a bright lad.
But it seemed that she became preoccupied with only one topic.
Of course, it did not impact her studies. This was not a problem.
But all other things had lost her interest.
She still participated in university life, but she did it half-heartedly.
All her emails and letters were filled up with Henry. Henry this and Henry that.
And plenty of pictures. Almost all of them with Henry.
Fortunately, this obsession was mutual.

Next Thanksgiving, she did not come home. Henry's parents invited her!
And they were thrilled with Ava, especially Henry's mother, who happened to be an old Flower Power girl.
Even Henry's grandmother accepted her at once.
Which, according to Henry, never happened before!

Henry also visited us.
We all could see and judge that wonder in the flesh.
Handsome, six feet tall, with blond hair and stridently blue eyes.
He happened to be a very lovable person.
Direct, polite, smiling, and interested in almost everything.
With no trace of pretense or the likes. It felt sincere and natural.
So he thrilled all our family, except for my father.

What he had against Henry was that Henry's family was from Germany!

Ava was crushed.
She could not understand it.
She knew her grandfather had lost his closest family during the war because of the Germans. But all that misery was caused by the Nazis!
It was in the past! More than sixty years ago!
Why could Grandpa not accept that Henry was an American German when Henry and his family took with open arms Ava as an American Jew?
How many generations needed to pass to erase the guilt of the ancestors?

Neither she nor Henry could see the reason to be affected by Grandpa's opposition.
They continued their connection as if nothing was happening, but Ava's ties with Grandpa became more "loose".

Before next Thanksgiving, Ava informed the family that she was coming home for the family reunion with Henry and that they had an important announcement!
We could guess what it was but played the game.
At the afternoon table, Ava told us that Henry had proposed and that they were officially engaged!
We began to congratulate the young couple, and Ava showed the engagement ring and a special gift she got from Henry.
It was a gold necklace with a gold pendant formed as a hand, where the small diamonds formed a kind of eye placed on the top of the fingers.
Its beauty thrilled all of us.

But not my father.
When he saw the jewelry, he suddenly turned pale, faltered, and looked like he was about to faint.
We were seriously alarmed by it because it looked like a heart attack.
But after a couple of minutes of rest and a glass of water, he recovered.
Then he asked Henry where he bought that extraordinary piece of jewelry and if he knew where it came from.
Henry answered, "Yes. Sir. This is an extraordinary thing. And it has a special story too!".
"Can you tell us that story?", my father asked.
"With pleasure!", said Henry.

Last month his grandmother invited him to her place.
She asked him to sit and listen carefully because she wanted to tell him her and his grandfather's love story.
It started at the beginning of the last century Thirties.
They became sweethearts in their last school years.
They had decided to marry each other the same year.
Unfortunately, his grandfather was at the conscription age.
He was taken to the army and sent to another part of Germany, and they lost connection. She was devastated but could not forget him.
His grandfather has chosen a military career, and she did not see him until 1942 when he suddenly visited her.
He was on a short leave before his unit's departure to Russia to fight the Bolsheviks.
He told her that he had never stopped thinking about her.
He could not write because he could not find her address and could not visit her because of his military service.
It seemed that despite a long period of separation, their feelings remained the same.
He said that he was very disillusioned with Hitler and the Nazis.
"Those bloody bastards told us that they would build Great Germany.
I trusted them and did whatever it took to follow the orders.
The only thing they achieve will be the downfall of the nation.
I killed plenty of my country's enemies because I was convinced it was necessary for the greatness of our nation.
I know the war is lost, and our nation will suffer defeat and misery.
It will take a couple of years, but it will happen. I am a soldier, and I will do my duty.
I am going to Russia, and my chance of coming back alive is very little.
I love you but do not want you to be a widow. If I come back, I will marry you".
He took something from his pocket and gave it to my grandmother.
"This oriental jewelry is the only trophy I took from all my fighting.
Treat it as my promise and an engagement gift.
If I come back, and you still have it, we will be together for the rest of our lives".

They were apart for the next three years, and Grandpa was fighting in Russia.
He was injured there. He got frostbites, and his unit was the last one that escaped from the Stalingrad battle.
As he predicted, the Germans lost the war.
As an officer, he was interned for six months after the war ended.
She was waiting for him all that time and kept that piece of jewelry he gave her.
It helped her to survive the hardship of the war and the Allied bombings.
She was happy to see him again after everything was over.
They got married at once.
But he was already a haunted soul, and he could not stand the people and the conditions in postwar Germany.
Somehow, they managed to immigrate to America.
They tried to forget all about the war.
Grandfather never recovered from his physical and mental injuries.
Henry could vaguely remember a distant, distinguished, and old-fashioned man.
But also a warm and caring person. But only toward Henry.
Henry's mother said once about the grandfather, that the person she and Henry were seeing was not the same person she remembered from her childhood.
Grandfather died when Henry was still a little boy.
That piece of jewelry was his grandmother's only memory of their adolescence and love. The only thing she cared about.
But that day, the grandmother took the jewelry out of the box, gave it to him, and said, "This jewelry was the dearest thing to me all my life.
Now it is your turn to give it to your special girl".

Everyone was touched by Henry's story.
My father asked Ava if he could take a closer look at the pendant.
His voice sounded harsh.

Then he said, "Now I will tell you another story.
As you know, I had an older sister. Her name was also Ava.
She was much older than I and she was very intelligent.
She was the first one in the family with a university degree.
For this occasion, our father ordered a piece of specially designed jewelry.
They called it a Hamsa pendant.
It was made of 18-carat gold and embedded with a sea of sparkling diamonds.
The order, given to the artisan, also included an inscription inside the pendant with Ava's name in Hebrew.
Unfortunately, in the written order, the last letter "A" was omitted, and the artisan understood that it had to be written a sign of the Jewish month Av, as a month of birth, or something.
It did not bother Ava.
She kept the pendant on her neck almost all the time and was very fond of it.
She wore it also on the day she died.

It was in 1940. It happened in the late afternoon.
We were in the backyard of our house, and we could hear some shooting in the neighborhood. Just after that, some people ran through our backyard.
Then the Germans came. They could see we were Jews because we had to carry an armband with the David star.
A young, blond hair officer with stridently blue eyes asked Ava in broken Polish if she had seen some bandits.
She answered that there are no bandits here, only ordinary people.
The officer shouted in German, "You are lying. Your Jewish sow!".
She answered in the same language, "And you are a rude person".
The officer grabbed Ava, took her necklace with the pendant off, and put it in his pocket.
Astonished by the assault, Ava just managed to shout in German, "And a thief!", when the German took out his pistol and shot her dead!"

My father took the pendant and, to everyone's surprise, opened it and showed us the inside inscription!
Two Hebrew letters. אָב‎, - AV.
Then he said, "Mazel Tov!
My granddaughter is going to marry the grandchild of my sister's murderer!"