You are invited to the annual memorial service to our family members from Sokolow Podlaski who were killed in the Shoah.
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4/1/18
Memorial service in Israel
To all our friends who live in Israel,
You are invited to the annual memorial service to our family members from Sokolow Podlaski who were killed in the Shoah.
You are invited to the annual memorial service to our family members from Sokolow Podlaski who were killed in the Shoah.
9/28/16
Visit in Sokolow
Guy, who is an officer in Israeli army, visited Sokolow yesterday. His grandmother, Miriam Tzudiker and her family, used to live in the town (2 Piękna Street).
Thank you Guy for coming!
Thank you Guy for coming!
4/10/15
7/15/14
Another visit
A group of instructors from Shem Olam Institute in Israel came to Sokolow today to see the town and learn how to teach their students about its history. Next time they will come back here with their groups.
4/10/12
10/4/11
Out of the Past
We just returned from a trip to Poland, a trip to Sokolow Podlaski, a trip to the past. What past was it? It was my family’s memories past, the town’s past, Poland’s past. A trip to bridge the pain and losses of the past, a trip to find signs of and links to those we lost and those we never knew and a trip to look for signs of hope that the suspicions and hatreds and abuses of past times could be overcome and new bridges built.
My family had lived in Sokolow for generations. They were born there, grew up there, walked the city streets and countryside, made friends, got married, had normal lives. My father and mother were only in their early 20’s and were sweethearts when Germany invaded Poland on September 1, 1939. They were in the town when it was bombed, and they were there when the German army invaded Sokolow on September 10, 1939. Beatings and abuses of the Jews rapidly escalated and when my mother was attacked, she and my father decided they had to leave. During a short period when the Soviets pushed the Germans back, my father got a horse and buggy and took my mother, her sister, her sister’s fiancée, and their mother and fled across the Bug River to Drohiczyn, to Russian territory. His mother, his sister, and two brothers and aunts and uncles refused to leave reasoning, “How bad can it be? Where can we go? We know no-one in Soviet Russia. How would we live?”
My family had lived in Sokolow for generations. They were born there, grew up there, walked the city streets and countryside, made friends, got married, had normal lives. My father and mother were only in their early 20’s and were sweethearts when Germany invaded Poland on September 1, 1939. They were in the town when it was bombed, and they were there when the German army invaded Sokolow on September 10, 1939. Beatings and abuses of the Jews rapidly escalated and when my mother was attacked, she and my father decided they had to leave. During a short period when the Soviets pushed the Germans back, my father got a horse and buggy and took my mother, her sister, her sister’s fiancée, and their mother and fled across the Bug River to Drohiczyn, to Russian territory. His mother, his sister, and two brothers and aunts and uncles refused to leave reasoning, “How bad can it be? Where can we go? We know no-one in Soviet Russia. How would we live?”
9/1/11
Beit Midrash Sokolow - Kock in Bnei Brak, Israel (2011)
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| photo: Michael Traison |
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| photo: Michael Traison |
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