Tag #133098 - Interview #78115 (Magda Frkalova)

My brother and I of course had to help out on the farm. Mainly in the garden, which belonged to the house. We didn't like doing it, and often complained that we didn't even have a summer vacation like other kids. We couldn't go anywhere as long as there was work at home in the garden, or on the farm. And that was almost always. I, for example, helped out with the thresher. The grain would be thrown into it, and it would separate the grains from the chaff; I'd keep track of the amounts. How many sheaves had been thrown into it, and how much grain we had. Later, when I was older, I helped with the payroll for the workers. I'd record how much who worked, and based on that I'd then calculate his wages, which I'd then pay him.

If I'm to be honest, we were a relatively well-off family. We had a car, even though in 1941 the Guardists [6] confiscated it. And then that hell concerning Jews and their progressive transports to the camps [7] began.