WE REMEMBER JEWISH GRODZISK MAZOWIECKI!
Project of Transcribing the Data and Inscriptions from the Last Matzevot of
Serge Rozenblum, France (email: srozenblum at wanadoo.fr replace "at" by @ to avoid spam)
Gary Palgon, USA (email: GMPalgon at yahoo.com replace "at" by @ to avoid spam)
I Ask Pardon...
We ask for pardon and forgivemess if, God
forbid, the memory or honor of the deceased or their families was blemished
during the fiels work of the recording of the headstones, or during the work of
transcribing the inscriptions from the remnants of tombstones. All was done in
an attempt to preseve the memory of the Jewish community of Grodzisk Mazowiecki
and its last tangible trace, the Jewish cemetery which still exist: 1 seventh
of the original plot. The rest was seized by a Polish factory.
I wish to thank my dear friend and partner, Benjamin
Yaari, for his support in this
project. Without his incredible help and enthusiasm, physical work and tireless
efforts, nothing of this venture would have been possible.
I thank Serge Rozenblum and Gary Palgon who
financed the project and published the book in America. They both still work
with endless dedication to preserve the memory of the lost Shtetl Grodzisk
I thank also Jan Jagelski of the Jewish
Historical Institute of Poland in Warsaw, who contributed around 80 beautiful
photographs and than came also to work with us, hand by hand during hours of
hard work of deciphering the hard to read and crumbling matzevot (tombstones).
I also wish to commend the Jewish small
Community of Warsaw, headed by a lady whose name I don't know unfortunately,
who, after our mission was finished, fenced and restored the Jewish Cemtery of
Grodzisk. We extend our sincere gratitude.
On one side is the prayer: "God full of mercy": "El Maleh Rahamim"
Inscription on the other side:
An old man filled were his days
Esteemed he was with dear spirit and pure heart
Pious and loved by all his acquaintances
All his dealings were done in good faith
He paced in the ways of honesty
And he trained his children to walk in the path of justice
Oh our teacher the reb Chaim Mordechai GOLDFARB
Son of Reb Abraham
Died in good name and gathered to his people
Ada Holtzman: ...My Heart Breaks With These Broken Stones (in Hebrew, a Word file))
The Index (An Excel file)
The Data: 1-399 (a zip file)
The Data: 400-599 (a zip file)
The Data: 600-699 (a zip file)
Books Were Published about the Grodzisk Jewish Cemtery:
Holtzman & Benjamin Yaari: "The Jewish Cemetery of Grodzisk Mazowiecky",
December 1998, Published by the Authors
Gary Palgon & Serge Rozenblum:"The Jewish Cemetery of Grodzisk
Mazowiecky", Custom Enterprises Ltd., USA, 1999, Library of Congress
Catalog Card Number: 99-072452
"Fresh and strong is still my
impression from my last visit in Poland (1988), country where I was born, me
and the heroes of my stories. They came out towards me from deserted yards; from
foreign apartments they peeked from shut doors, in which I knew every crack;
from old houses they descended down to me on stairways so well known to me, and
while I was in the street they watched me through empty hollow windows. I saw
them walking below the shadow of familiar trees in the public parks, or resting
on sun bathed benches; their children -and me among them- playing hiding games
among the lilac bushes, or hiding behind thick stems of trees. Meeting them was
painful, since my longings to them never faded. With trembling hands I wished
to touch them, a real touch, but I could not, because they were and were not -
because they are gone.
My visits in the Jewish cemeteries
were most difficult. Here rouse towards me, not only my beloved, but a whole
nation rouse from the depth of earth, from collapsing and crumbling tombs, in
entangled jungle of vegetation which was spreading around them. The roots
branch out, press and clip around our ancestors' tombs and swallow them. The
tombstones rise up and twisted under the pressure of the roots.
These tombstones, which were
erected on our deceased graves, struggle for their lives... And they are
countless. Hebrew words, not understood by the people of that country but very
well understood by us, written upon them. By the hand of an artist they were
engraved in the stone, in letters of gold and silver, and they constitute
elegies, love poems, praise and prayers, pain and farewell, wisdom and
sorrow... and longings for Zion... Grand Jewish tombstones, neglected now and
deserted in a foreign land, in a country with no Jews anymore. In Poland.
And the camps. Six millions of our
people perished here and never brought to burial. In the land of Poland. And
now, in the season of spring, wild flowers flourish around Auschwitz,
Treblinka, Chelmno, and Meidanek and around the Jewish cemeteries. And among
the flowers, one special beautiful small flower is distinct to my eyes, and its
color is the same as the color of the skies: "Forget-me-not".
Their growth seems like magic to me! How they grew here, so many - countless -
so fresh and nice, in the earth sunk in blood. Their sight filled my heart with
gratitude, for growing there, and for having the color of the sky and for
having the name:
2 Miriam Akavia, "The Price", Sifriat Hapoalim, Tel
Aviv 1988 (Hebrew), ISBN: 965-04-2045-2 Translated from Hebrew by Ada Holtzman.
Last Updated January 1st 2004