Jack Gun - August 12, 1999
Receiving Help
He gave him all this, all, all your possessions, with the understanding that he would help.
With the understanding--he, he knew him quite well. And he knew what type of a man he was. And he, he was hoping that he would. Many of 'em, there were many instances where people gave away all their possessions and when they came for help the, the man said, "I don... who are you? I don't even know you."
But he didn't do that.
No, he didn't. And uh, as I told you my, my brother and, and father in a--worked one place and my mother in another. And he used to sneak over to where my father worked and he used to bring him--give him a little food. A loaf of bread, maybe some potatoes, maybe some grain. And at night, my father would sneak that back into the ghetto. So this is what I used to look forward to. He used to, and another thing this Mr. Yerushka did, he came into the ghetto one day and snuck my sister out. My sister was blonde with blue eyes. She didn't look--no trace of Jewish, Jewish looking. He took her with--to the, to his farm. And she used to live with him and work there. So I was mainly alone in the ghetto. And there was some older ladies there and might, might have been a few more children. And never went outside. Stayed in the house. Looked through the window. Now when I speak at schools children ask me, "What did you do? What did you do all day?" I tell them, I says, "I really don't know what to tell you. All I can tell you I had no coloring books, I had no crayons. I had no Barney to watch." I was there and I knew to be quiet. And I knew that I uh, uh, cannot cry and I cannot make any noise.
Because...
Because if I did, something would happen to me...
In the ghetto?
...and I knew that it wasn't going to be very nice, what would happen.
Now this is before your hiding.
Yes. This was in the ghetto, for a year.
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