{"id":82576,"date":"2015-12-18T16:18:31","date_gmt":"2015-12-19T00:18:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=82576"},"modified":"2015-12-18T16:19:00","modified_gmt":"2015-12-19T00:19:00","slug":"martin-van-creveld-how-my-family-survived-the-holocaust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=82576","title":{"rendered":"Martin Van Creveld: How My Family Survived the Holocaust"},"content":{"rendered":"

Martin Van Creveld writes<\/a>:<\/p>\n

How did your family survive the Holocaust? Is a question I have heard many, many times. So this week, instead of addressing the usual topics, let me say a few words about that.<\/p>\n

My maternal grandfather, Louis Wijler (1890-1977), was a self-made man He was also a very rich one, having worked his way up from practically zero to become the largest grain-dealer in the Netherlands. When the Germans came in 1940 they took his business, Granaria NV, away from him, appointing a Verwalter, administrator, in his place. However, the Verwalter only showed himself occasionally. My grandfather had always been a generous employer and the other directors, most of whom were gentiles, remained loyal to him.<\/p>\n

Towards the end of 1942, when the deportations were already forging ahead, he succeeded in having himself and most of his family put on a list of a thousand \u201cprominent\u201d Jews. Including businessmen, artists, former politicians and officials, etc. In January 1943\u2014it was a cold winter\u2014these people were interned in De Schaffelaar, a large country house in the Eastern Netherlands, on the understanding that they would be allowed to remain there until after the war. But this promise the Germans broke. In November they and their Dutch collaborators came to evacuate the camp and transfer its inhabitants to Westerbork. Westerbork had been erected by the Dutch government before 1939 as a camp for Jewish refugees from Germany. During the war it was where trains went to \u201cthe east.\u201d Meaning, Auschwitz. But that was a name no one at De Schaffelaar seems to have heard<\/p>\n

Most of the interned Jews went docilely enough. No one like the Dutch in bowing to \u201cde overheid\u201d (the authorities) and following orders! Not so my family. My grandfather, fully expecting that the Germans would break their promise, prepared accordingly. When the day came, he, his wife, their children four daughters, one in-law, two future in-laws, and two nephews) all managed to escape. My father, who had golden hands, used to work as a handyman in camp, simply put on his overalls, picked up his tools\u2014my son Eldad still has his electric tester, which still works\u2014and walked out. What nerve! But to this day he feels a little guilty about having left his fianc\u00e9, my mother to be, behind.<\/p>\n

In the event, my mother and a cousin of hers hid under the floor of a wooden barrack used by the internees to wash and perform their ablutions. Listening to the Germans and the Dutch police looting, drinking and partying, they waited until nightfall. Then they crept out and left. Later this same man, along with his brother, succeeded in reaching the Swiss border, only to be turned away by the Swiss police. Both of them died at Auschwitz.<\/p>\n

Others, including an aunt of mine who had just given birth, made their way out by similar methods. But that was only the first step. Next, two things were needed. First, a place to stay; second, money. Both were provided by my grandfather by way of the business. As an importer of cattle feed, he had many clients in the eastern, less developed, agricultural part of the country. Some he had known for decades. He was thus able to compile a list of \u201caddresses,\u201d as the saying went; meaning, people of whom he knew that they were reliable and would be willing to take him and members of his family in. Money, too, came from Granaria NV. In his memoirs, which he wrote in 1974, he laconically said that they used \u201call kinds of methods\u201d to get the money out of the business without drawing the Verwalter\u2019s attention.<\/p>\n

Not having IDs\u2014their own, stamped with a large \u201cJ\u201d for \u201cJood,\u201d they had hidden or thrown away\u2014they could not show themselves on the streets. Not before they got false papers. First, fake ones, some of them produced by another relative who was a chemist and knew how to do these things; later, \u201creal\u201d ones. Real in the sense that the personal details and photograph were entered on official blanks the Underground had stolen from the Dutch ministry of the interior.<\/p>\n

Even so it was a risky business. For example, at one point my grandparents were betrayed by a company employee who had a gun put to this head. They were having their afternoon tea when the house in which they were staying was surrounded; they were barely able to hide in a pre-prepared hole between the first and second floors when the door was broken in. \u201cWo sind die Wijlers,\u201d \u201cwaar zijn de Wijlers\u201d (where are the Wijlers, in German and Dutch.) \u201cJust left\u201d, came the answer. Whereupon the man of the house was beaten up and taken to a concentration camp. Fortunately he survived.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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