This is Uncle Jozef posing for a picture on April 24, 1961 in Israel. The fact that he has a beard in the photo makes me think that he was in mourning, because that is the only time I remember seeing him with one. My Uncle Jozef was one of my father's two siblings that survived the war. At the end of the war he left on a boat for Israel. He lived there the rest of his life and he worked as a tinsmith.