Recovering the Past: Audio Interviews

Recently, I uncovered a collection of DVDs. Originally thought to be a stack of blank discs, together with my technology consultant – Tyler Brandt (his website is – we realized that these discs in fact contained a treasure trove of photos, video, and audio recordings from a trip to Germany I took with my son Seth back in 2008. I wrote about that trip here, and that blog now includes a lot of the photos recovered from these DVDs.

Alongside those photos were a collection of audio interviews I conducted with various Germans regarding history, the Shoah, my family, and the Jewish people of Germany–now only a memory or a page in the history book. I’d like to share these stories with you, not only to share some of my own history, but to add to the tapestry of memory.

– An interview with Inge Wimmer, a historian from the Schoen family’s hometown of Vacha
– Another interview with a historian from Vacha, Günter Hermes
– Stories from Doris Schnittert, whose family’s relationship with my mother’s family, the Sternbergs, goes back generations.
– A Conversation with a Teacher from Herzfeld, regarding education and history

To view these interviews alongside some earlier audio recordings of conversations with my family, visit the new (and growing) Audio Interviews page. Thank you.

In Memory of David Kanell

David I. Kanell, born in New Haven, CT, in 1952, grew up in an observant Jewish home and attended Orthodox Hebrew school. With family members long a part of New Haven’s commercial growth (butcher, grocer, baker, railroad station master, even a judge), Dave took great pride in his Jewish and New Haven heritage. He also valued being just two generations removed from Vilna, Lithuania, as his grandparents were immigrants, so glad to be Americans that some adopted July 4 as their official birth date.

Attending the University of Hartford, then the University of New Hampshire, and finally Lyndon State College, Dave devoted his study of history to the Jews of America and their links to Israel. Discovering personal connections among the American gunrunners of the Haganah and Irgun, Dave interviewed half a dozen of the men who’d used this route to support the newborn Jewish nation, and wrote of them in his senior thesis. Discovering in the process that the books he needed for information about Jews and their lives and impact were often printed in small editions or simply not accessible, he began a lifelong collection of printed work that documented and celebrated Jewish life, including the birth and struggles of Zionism, as well as literature translated from the Yiddish, Jews around the world (Japan, Russia, Canada, South America, France), and the battles and effects of the two World Wars and the Shoa. He took a special interest in the artwork and music of children at Terezien (Theresienstadt), as well as in the “rescuers” of the wartime era. He resolutely documented antisemitism and those who labored against it.

First at the University of New Hampshire and then for two decades at Lyndon State College in Vermont, Dave devoted his working hours to college students and their lives, heading the residential staff and training resident assistants and head residents. He also shared leadership of the local Jewish community, nurturing the Conference on Rural Judaism in New England and for some 40 years leading the very mixed-heritage Congregation Beth El in many forms. In communication daily with other Jewish leaders and authors, especially Julius Lester, his collaborations continued to the last day of his life.

Dave’s marriage to Beth (born Elizabeth Lancy Minden; author of young adult novels and other books under the name Beth Kanell) at age 50 established a partnership of books, book-related travel, and much joy through Dave’s officially “retired” years. When David died at home in Vermont of cancer at age 67 in the spring of 2019, he left behind a collection of some 20,000 books, many of them signed and warmly inscribed by the authors during the couple’s travels and correspondence. May his name be a blessing to those who remember and benefit from his passion and generosity, and his commitment to what it is to be a Jew.

Written by Beth Kanell. Thanks to her efforts, Schoen Books was so fortunate as to obtain much of David’s collection, to continue his traditions of scholarship and community-building.

Family Audio Interviews

In recent months, I have had the task (and pleasure) of going through old family and historical archives collected by Jane and I. We’ve found family stories, pictures aplenty, and so much more that is keeping the past alive. Part of this project has been to have many taped interviews with my parents, aunts, uncles, and other family digitized so they can be preserved and shared. Here are the first few interviews, with my family.

My father and mother, Irving and Betty:


My father, in January 1979:


My uncle, Eliezer:

My friend and helpful computer guy is continuing to digitize these, so soon there will be more to share. I hope you enjoy these stories, and learn something new!


What’s a Grandparent?

In her last months, Jane worked to publish a children’s picture book she wrote for her grandchildren. With the help of Lu Vincent and Tyler Brandt, as well as Jane’s loving brother Ed, and countless others, What’s a Grandparent? has been published through Schoen Books and Shires Press. Hardcover and paperback versions are available through Northshire Bookstores, both in-store and online.


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Hanna Jane Trigère z”l”


It is with immense pain that I share with you the loss of my beloved, Hanna Jane Trigère, who left us on October 27, 2018. This negotiation and loss has been unspeakably difficult, and I thank everyone who was able to attend the ceremony, or visit as I sat shiva. As said in one of Jane’s favorite books:

“In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend…I shall not leave you.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Please enjoy her art, musings, and commitment to our community; on her website.

May her memory be for blessing.


Venturing into a Strange Land (8/18/08)

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I have lived for many years now in a small farming village in Western Massachusetts.We are one of about 10 Jewish families surrounded by a predominantly Polish and Yankee population. I have repeated my family’s story.

The central square of Herborn, the Marktplatz, had been anchored in my consciousness since memory began. A painting of the square hung in my parents’ home, an iconic representation of a disappeared world. It always seemed so tranquil and quaint in a way that resembled nothing I knew in Forest Hills, Queens. It was a far off mystery dream location.


My mother would never ever go back to this town of her birth. The painting captured a memory of happy youth in Germany, but the actual town represented the horrors of upheaval.

Grave of Nathan Sternberg

My son Seth has made four trips to Germany. He visited my mother’s home town and cleaned the gravestones, including that of my great grandfather Nathan Sternberg. Seth has been trying to convince me for many years to return to Germany to visit my mother and father’s home towns.

I had not planned to revisit my grandparents’ Heimat. For me, Germany represented a burial ground, a country that had decimated European Jewry, and I did not want to wander on its soil again. In 1965, as a naïve and idealistic seventeen year-old, I had traveled to Germany to study German at the Goethe Institute. Seeing people old enough to have fought in the War filled me with turmoil. I did not want to be immersed in such pain again.


With my son’s encouragement and support (although he was unaware of that), I steeled myself to conquer my inner landscape, letting go of the turmoil and rage. Seth and I bought air tickets to Frankfurt and a Eurail pass for three weeks in Germany. Hopefully, “everything (would become) illuminated.” everything-illuminated11

But, there was also a personal story that needed resolution. A family secret had haunted me and needed to be laid to rest at the cemetery in Vacha. I would be going as an “emotional tourist” visiting the site of a family tragedy, fulfilling a promise, and doing the work of teshuvah for my family.

The main street of Herborn

The first part of the pilgrimage was to Herborn, a bustling town about 45 minutes outside of Frankfurt where my mother Betti was raised. Her parents Emma and Heinrich Sternberg, cattle dealers, had been good friends with their neighbors the Meckels and my mother’s best friend was their daughter Johanna.

Their homes on the Austrasse shared a common garden which extended the length of the block and was behind the Sternberg stables and butcher shop.


The photo below shows the shop attached to the home and a portrait of the family with friends. From the right rear is my great grandmother Josefina Rosenthal, her son-in-law Heinrich Sternberg, his wife, my grandmother Emma. In the front row are their children. From the right is Leo, Betti, my mother, and Bernhard.


My mother studied piano at the conservatory in Frankfurt and taught Johanna also. In 1935 at the encouragement of her brothers who had immigrated to the USA and had read Mein Kampf, she left her parents and Germany and came to the USA. In 1938, she and her brothers were able to bring her parents out of Germany to America. Growing up, I heard of the friendship of the two families—the Sternbergs and the Meckels. My mother was never emotionally able to return to her heimat but Johanna did visit my mother once.

What I learned on this trip from Johanna’s daughters was the extent of this friendship. During the 1930s the Meckels had hidden food in the backyard garden so that my grandparents could survive. Had this cache been discovered the Meckels would have been imprisoned by the Nazis. On this trip, I made sure to visit their graves and offer a prayer of thanks to them.

Johanna married Paul Schnittert, a lawyer. He tried to avoid the military but was eventually conscripted and sent to serve in Norway. When the War ended he was captured by the Americans and imprisoned. My grandparents wrote letters to the US authorities on his behalf stating that he was not a Nazi and about the help rendered by his family. He was released from the prison. After the War my family sent parcels and care packages of food and coffee and clothing to the Meckel family and it helped them to survive.


Seth has continued this family friendship of over 100 years into the next generation.


In Herborn the town archivist showed me sites where Jews had lived and the plaque where the synagogue once stood. They also discovered and restored a mikvah. It was the “extinct people tour.” This is a town with no Jews. They fled to foreign lands or vanished on transports to their deaths.

Seth and I walked to the Jewish cemetery and cleaned the moss off the stones and said prayers. The cemetery was well maintained and had not been damaged during the Nazi period because it bordered on a Psychiatric Hospital and a Christian cemetery.



Vacha Town Center, where they would hold regular markets

Vacha had been a border town in East Germany and thus no one from my immediate family had visited. It is a beautiful village that time has forgotten. I felt as if I was back in the 1920s and admire the strength of my grandparents—maintaining their Orthodox Jewish life in this little German village. Kaufmann and Therese Schon were part of a community of 20 Jewish families. They lived on Steinwegstrasse (1915 views on right). vacha-postcards

cow-sale-documentThey The Schons were cattle dealers like my other grandparents, as the bill of sale on the left proves. Herr Georg Hess and his wife from Wolferbutt are paying off the cost of a cow purchased on Nov. 5, 1934. It seems that Kaufmann Schon was also a shochet as the document on the right from the provincial Rabbi Dr. M. Cahn from Fulda reveals. shochet-letter100

My grandparent’s home had been taken over and combined with the small hospital next door during the 1940s or so. With the reunification of Germany in 1989, the hospital was closed. The home like, many in Vacha, was abandoned and I could only peer through the windows. I fantasized about moving back into my grandparents’ home and the return of Jewish life somehow to this little village.

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Just as in Herborn, I went on tour of the town and was shown where the Jews used to live and the synagogue used to stand and curiously a restored mikvah. It was haunting and I felt like an American Indian visiting former grounds where ancestors had worshipped. There were no more Jews in this village. Only signs and memorials and a room in the local museum.

Since at least the 18th Century the Schons lived in nearby Volkershausen. Kaufmann’s father was Isaak and his mother was Hanna. They had five children pictured here: Rosalie, Kaufmann (far right), Veilchen (front center), Louis, and Ida. Kaufmann was the one to move to Vacha in the early 1900’s.


My father Isaak left to come to America in 1927 as a very young man seeking the golden dream of fortune. He lost that fortune in 1929 in the stock market collapse but continued to work as a coffee salesman. New York City is dotted with many restaurants and delis who were his customers, and these contacts would become important very soon. He rescued 69 individuals during the 1930s and many of them found work in these modest eateries. He rescued his whole family except his sister Selma. Selma was suffering from some serious mental illness. The family knew she would not be admitted into the US as a refugee because of immigration restrictions.

My father’s schoolbooks; the left inscribed by his fellow classmates, and the right by his schoolteacher, Hugo Baumgart.

Jewish School in Vacha, in 1920.
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1. Edith Oppenheim, 2. Ruth Gans, 3. Grete Katz, 4. Anni/Emmi Bachrach, 5. Dina Schoen, 6. Julius Kahn, 7. Siegfried Schoen,   8. Ilse Katz, 9. Lothar Gross, 10. Karl Schoen, 11. Selma Schoen,  12. Martha Katz, 13. Herta Oppenheim, 14. Klara/Clare Gross, 15. Marga Oppenheim, 16. Willy Baumgart, 17. Manfred Schoen, 18. Leo Katz, 19. Walter/Hermann Bachrach, 20. Miller Seewald


My grandparents Kaufmann and Therese did not want to leave her behind when they finally left Germany in February 1939. At the time she was in a mental hospital in Hildburgshausen some hours away from Vacha. My grandparents negotiated with the mayor of Vacha for her care in perpetuity. The family home was left to the town of Vacha with the understanding she would be cared for and when the time came, buried in the Jewish cemetery. What happened next, I am sure you are all aware of… She was murdered by the doctors at the hospital as part of the euthanasia program. The promise was betrayed.

Growing up in the German Jewish shtetl of Forest Hills, Queens, I had never known about Selma and only learned of her short life after my father died in 1981 and I received a large handwritten family tree. Her name appeared next to my father’s. For some time no one would answer my questions about this mysterious aunt. Finally, I was told her story as I have just told you. Here was a tragedy that had been buried and there was a family shame that was hidden.

I was resolved to transform the family secret and shame into an acceptable reconciliation a belated Jewish burial of sorts. I have been saying kaddish for her for many years and in 1986 I gave her name to my daughter. But, Selma needed a place in the family cemetery.

Seth and I drove up to the cemetery on a hill overlooking Vacha—a very bucolic tranquil spot. The cemetery had been repaired some years ago through the financial contribution of a distant cousin Louis Schoen. In order not to invite renewed vandalism, it was decided to leave the stones leaning on their bases rather than put them upright again. A few local residents, Inge Wimmer, an historian, Gunter Hermes, the head of the Vacha Museum, and Olaf Ditzel, a book dealer, had been involved in doing research on the Jews of Vacha and repairing the cemetery. They also were very helpful to us during our stay in Vacha.


In the cemetery I located the grave of Kaufmann’s twin sister Veilchen. It was broken in half. Next to the gravestone I placed a small smooth round stone with the name Selma Schon written on it and her date of birth. Her stone would be next to her aunt Veilchen.

On behalf of my entire family, I spoke out loud to Selma, pleading for her forgiveness for having left her behind, and on top of that, for having buried her memory. I told her she was not forgotten. Both Seth and I were sobbing. Seventy years after her murder, I said some prayers for her… that the Master of Mercy shelter her and that her soul be bound up in the bond of Life and that she repose in peace.

I felt a heavy weight leave me. I had also found some peace.

Together with Seth I had spied out the land and the people that had terrified my family and I was no longer afraid. I found myself at ease. Two generations had passed and the profaned land is transforming itself. The newest generation has a full awareness of the crimes of the grandparents.

It is this generation that Seth is making friends with. Together, I hope they will work to make this world a better place.


This journey was inspired by the work of the Jewish Historical Society of Western Massachusetts and was made possible through the generosity of The Harold Grinspoon Foundation Incentive Grant.

My thanks to my wife Jane Trigere for her encouragement and design help.