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Jewish stories hidden in plain sight

Rebecca Abrams picks 22 artefacts from the Ashmolean museum's collection that tell untold Jewish stories

October 20, 2017 10:20
18. Vue de ma fenetre, eragny
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In the sleepy market town of Shadova in Lithuania, an hour’s drive from Kaunas, or Kovno as it’s called in Yiddish, a small statue has recently been erected in the main square. The slight figure of a young girl stands in silent commemoration of the town’s Jewish children, who in 1941 were marched out to the nearby forests and murdered en masse by the Nazis and their Lithuanian accomplices.

Long empty roads spider off the town-square out into the countryside beyond, lush in early summer with long grass and studded with wild flowers. The silence is suddenly broken when the doors of the community centre are flung open and an excited crowd of local children pour out into the watery sunshine filling the square. They are all dressed as flowers to celebrate the start of spring.

The children stream in colourful motley past the silent Jewish girl, her presence unnoticed. Even their parents are too young to remember. But, when pressed, a few of the older people do recall the round-up. One old man told an interviewer about a story he’d heard of two boys who’d followed the forced march out to the forest. They’d hidden and watched. As he was telling this story, his granddaughter piped up: “But granddad, you told me, you saw it!” Reluctantly, the old man admitted that, yes, he was actually talking about himself.

Hidden stories seem intrinsic to the Jewish narrative. My great grandmother, Annie Isaacoff, left Lithuania long before the Holocaust, moving to Leeds and then London in the late 19th century, where she met and married her brother’s best friend, my great grandfather, Abram Abramovitch.