This is the fake ‘Kennkarte’ [identification document used under German ocupation] of my Mom, Stefania Krasucka, issued under the false name of Julia Wilczynska. The document was issued in 1940.
I wasn't aware that Mom had come out of the ghetto in February 1942, two months before I arrived in Warsaw with the intention of getting her out.
Our neighbors, the Goscinskis, had arranged for a 'Kennkarte' for her, Mom had left the ghetto, and gone to the Lublin region.
There she became involved in underground education activities.
This is me, at the age of two. This photo was taken in Warsaw in 1927.
Though nobody told me officially, I know that I had an elder brother, and the fact that Mom was pregnant with him probably had something to do with my parents' getting married.
My brother died a few days after his birth, and I, who was born two years later, was an only child.
Since I learned to read and write quite early, they sent me to a kindergarten for Jewish children, which had Bundist leanings. It was located on Twarda Street.
Here you can see my cousin Jadwiga Blumenkopf, the daughter of my aunt Pola Blumenkopf nee Krasucka.
The photo taken in Warsaw in the 1930s.
The eldest son in the family was my father, Jakub Janusz Krasucki.
One of the daughters, Chawa, or Ewa, who was his elder, married a Mr. Lewin and moved to Cracow.
Next came a whole galaxy of sisters.
The youngest girl and another slightly older sister were the only ones who survived, stayed alive through the Holocaust, in the following way:
These are my father, Jakub Kaferman’s relatives.
The photo was taken in Lublin in the 1910s. In the center is my father’s mother, Hena Kaferman, nee Roter, and his sisters (from the left): Wonia Richter, Ewa Lewin, Pola Blumenkopf and Natalia (all nee Kaferman). First from right is my Jakub Kaferman.
Grandma was a great cook. If my own mom was a dunce in culinary matters, Grandma Kaferman was a genius.
Here you can see a montage of photos of my relatives. These photos must have been taken in Warsaw in the 1930s.
On the photo, from the upper left: Brandla Wrobel, nee Krasucka, Nikodem Krasucki, Cecylia Krasucka, nee Schoenfeld, Jerzy Krasucki, Jakub Kaferman, Stefania Krasucka, Rudolf Wielburski, Felicja Wielburska, nee Krasucka, Roza Borowska, nee Krasucka, Hersz Borowski, I, Julian Wielburski, Edward Wielburski, Aleksander Borowski.
These are my parents, Jakub Kaferman and Stefania Krasucka.
This photo must have been taken in Warsaw, in front of their house on 7 Hoza Street, in the 1930s.
A very handsome man, Father captured Mom's heart; subsequently, they had a romance. Marriage wasn't on the cards for a long time, because Mom's family put up desperate resistance; it was a misalliance.
This is my mother, Stefania Krasucka.
This photo is from a fake ‘Kennkarte’ [identification document used in countries under German occupation], taken in Warsaw in 1942, so Mom must have been 47.
My mom was the eldest daughter of Nikodem and Cecylia Krasucki. She graduated from the music conservatory in Warsaw and ought to have become a professional pianist, but suffered from stage fright and got so nervous in front of an audience that she never managed to give a decent performance.
This is me,at the age of ten. This photo must have been taken in Warsaw, around 1935.
I was a gifted child. When I went to elementary school - I was sent to a normal public school on Hoza Street - Mom arranged for me to be placed in the second grade from the start.
I could read, write, and count. At seven I finished the second grade, terribly bored and with all ‘A’s.
By then I had read all the books written by Curwood and May, as well as London's ‘Martin Eden’.