This is a certificate from Teresienstadt which states that I was liberated there.
I was liberated on the 8th of May, 1945. They wanted to take me from Theresienstadt to Sweden. All day long the loudspeaker said in all languages: "Don't go back to those countries which expelled you."
Very many went away, but I wanted to go home, because I did not know at the time what had happened to my wife, and I wanted to help the family.
This photo was taken in Prague in October 1941, on the wedding day of my sister Gertruda Kowanitzova, nee Kovanicova. You can see her here with her husband Frantisek Kowanitz.
My sister was seven years older than me. I think she went to a Czech high school and then to a private school of advertising. She then got a job in an office somewhere and drew for fashion magazines, from which she earned a living on the side.
This photo was taken in Prague in 1937. In the first row, third from the left, the pony-tailed girl is my sister, Klara, then my mother, my father, and I'm standing in front of him. In the center of the picture, the man in the light suit and woman in the small-print dress in front are my parents friends, Laszlo Lautenberg and his wife.
In this picture you can see the nanny, the Fraulein, with the two little girls, Manci and Klari. I found out the name of the girls from another photo, where they can be seen with their parents, and which was addressed to Ungvar as greeting card. The picture was taken in Maerienbad, a big spa, and they were there together, they took the maid with them. The photo is dated 24th July 1916.
This is not one of my photos. I have it from my husband Andras Gaspar, Andris, but I don't know who are the people in it. They are probably some relatives of my husband. He had more photos about his family than me. It is from an old album, he used to collect photos. We moved many times, but my husband used to say we should bring the photos with us to prevent them from being thrown away. There are many photos I don't know anything about, but I kept them anyway.
This is a picture of my grandmother Johana Goldberger in Luhacovice in 1935. In the photograph she's the first on the left. I don't know the other people.
Grandma Johana, née Deutelbaum, was born in Vítkovce, near Topolcany, as the youngest of her parents' twelve children. They were a large family, but only up until the Holocaust. In my mother's generation there were 46 or 48 cousins. Around three quarters of them didn't survive the war.
In this photograph I’m about 16 months of age. I don’t recognize the other people, and none of them are relatives of ours. The picture was taken in Prague in the 1930s.
We belonged to the middle class. My mother taught at a school and my father worked in a small furriery. It was managed by its Jewish owner, and my father was in charge of sales and production. There was an accountant, then just a master tradesman and some workers. My father used to take the train out of Prague to go to the factory. We didn’t have a car.
This photograph is from sometime during the 1980s, was taken in Marienbad, and is of my parents, Jiri Lauscher and Irma Lauscherova, nee Kohnova. I like it a lot.
This photograph is from 1967, and is of my son, Daniel Vidlak, during Chanukkah celebrations.
We lived with my husband’s parents in a house on Na Vetrniku Street in Prague. Milos may not have been a Jew, but in the beginning he gave the impression of a big Semitophile. But after the wedding that began to gradually change, until he began to behave practically like an anti-Semite. My husband was very much an anti-Communist, and would for example throw in my face that it was actually the Jews that began with Communism. In the end the Jews were even responsible for scorched soup.
This photograph is from my wedding in 1960 in Prague. Standing in the bottom row from the left are my in-laws, I with my husband, and then my parents. Standing behind us is my friend and first date, Pavel Svab, my husband’s brother Lubor, and Pavel Svab’s parents. Mr. Jaroslav Svab was there as our witness, he was a relatively well-known graphic artist. My husband’s witness was his brother Lubor.