Hedy Brasch, Survivor Representative

Several years ago, Hedy Brasch spoke to a class of Drew University students about her experiences during the Holocaust. At the end of the class session, a student turned to me and exclaimed, “I love that woman.” You might well ask what it is about this petite, modest woman which causes most of us who work with her to feel the same way. In a single word, Hedy inspires us.

Born in Miskolc, Hungary in 1930, as a young child Hedy studied music, dance and sports, participated in amateur theatrical productions, and starred in movie house commercials and advertisements. Tragically, her idyllic childhood came to an end in 1942, the year her father was taken by the Nazis to a labor camp. By 1944, the situation in Hungary was desperate: Hedy, her sister, and her mother were moved to a ghetto in Miskolc, and then later to a stone quarry on the edge of the city. Still later, they were deported to Auschwitz. After two months, Hedy and her sister, Eva, were selected to work in Bremen, Germany where they assisted in street cleaning; in the process, they came upon undetonated bombs which had been dropped by the allies. Although not planned by the Nazis, part of their job, then, became the detonation of these bombs which–in the long run–made the streets safer for local citizens. However, Hedy, her sister, and the other prisoners never knew whether they would escape unharmed –or even alive!

Now separated from their mother, Hedy and Eva were eventually forced to march to Bergen-Belsen from which they were liberated by the British in April 1945. By then both had contracted typhus and typhoid. Fortunately, the International Red Cross sent them to Sweden where they were able to make a complete recovery. In 1946, they came to the United States to live with their grandmother, and in 1952, again thanks to the efforts of the International Red Cross, they were reunited with their mother.

A retired occupational therapist, Hedy currently lives in Springfield, New Jersey with husband Jay and sister Eva. One of the more popular members of our Speakers Bureau, Hedy draws in her audience with photos from her childhood and maps which illustrate her Holocaust journey from Hungary to Poland to Germany. By focusing on small, everyday actions during the war (e.g., bringing water to her mother, or fantasizing about the future while on a death march), Hedy enables the listener to grasp the terror of daily life during the war and the courage it took to go on living. By the end of her talk, the listener is strengthened rather than depleted, inspired to learn more about the Holocaust, and moved to a deeper appreciation of how precious life is.

Thank you Hedy for being such an inspiration to us all.

Hedy Brasch, née Ellenbogen (1935)

Charlotte Chefitz

Being concerned about the dangers of the “apathy of memory” as it relates to  the Holocaust and other genocides of the 20th century and the need for awareness and action as it relates to current crimes against humanity,  Charlotte was motivated to be an active participant in the Drew University Center for Holocaust/Genocide Study eight years ago.  A native Bostonian, she is a graduate of Simmons College in Boston and has a graduate degree from Rutgers University in Political Science where she was on the teaching staff for several years.  She resides in West Orange with her husband Hal and enjoys NYC, the theater, music, movies, travel, and vacation time with children and grandchildren. She hopes that everyone would “take-to-heart” the importance and significance of the Center’s mission of Education, Commemoration, Celebration and Dedication.

Mark DeBiasse

Mark DeBiasse is the Supervisor of Humanities for the Madison Public Schools. He came to Madison in 2004 after teaching social studies at Columbia High School in South Orange-Maplewood for 12 years. His journey in Madison began as History Department Chairperson, a position he held until 2012 when a restructuring led to a consolidation of the Language Arts and History departments and he was hired to lead the new Humanities program for grades 6-12. Mark is a graduate of Bucknell University (BA), The George Washington University (MA) and Drew University (D.Litt.), where he completed his dissertation on politics in the early American republic. Mark was awarded a Dodge Fellowship via the alternate route certification program and a Fulbright Exchange scholarship to the United Kingdom in 1998-1999. Mark is certified to teach secondary social studies and psychology and holds administrative certification for both instructional supervision and principal (CE) in New Jersey. Mark is a third generation Madisonian who enjoys hiking, music, golf, history and travel.

Michael Gialanella

Dr. Michael Gialanella is presently Adjunct Professor of History at Seton Hall University, where he teaches courses in Western Civilization I and Western Civilization II. He previously taught a graduate course for the writing of the Master’s Thesis in the Peter Sammartino School of Education at Fairleigh Dickinson University, where he is also employed as a Clinical Student-teaching Supervisor. He currently serves as a periodic doctoral dissertation reader/examiner in the Caspersen School of Graduate Studies, Drew University. Dr. Gialanella also serves on the Board of Associates, Center for Holocaust/Genocide Studies at Drew University, as well as on the Advisory Council, Center for Judaic, Holocaust, and Human Rights Studies at Florida Gulf Coast University. He received his Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees from Montclair State University with additional graduate study at the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, Rutgers University. In 1988 Dr. Gialanella was the recipient of a Geraldine R. Dodge Foundation research grant in which he studied Civil War and post-Civil War correspondence. In 2004 he received his Doctor of Letters degree, “with distinction” from Drew University. His three book reviews and one film review have been published in The History Teacher. He recently presented a research paper at Georgian Court College, The Tuxedo Neighborhood Association, and the attempts by the group to segregate housing during the 1940-1960s period in Montclair, N.J. For many years, one of Gialanella’s major historical research interests has been the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade.

Larry A. Greene, Co-chair, Board of Associates

Professor Greene received his Ph.D. from Columbia University. He is on the Board of the New Jersey Historical Commission and is a past chair of the Board. He has received summer fellowships from the National Endowment for the Humanities, a research fellowship from the Schomburg Center for Research in Black History and Culture, and was a Fulbright Fellow at the University of Muenster in Muenster, Germany in 2005-2006. He teaches courses at Seton Hall University in the areas of Civil War & Reconstruction Era history, World War II, Propaganda and World War II, and African American History. Professor Greene chaired the Multicultural Program at Seton Hall University from the early 1990’s to 2004.  It concentrated on the racial, ethnic, and religious diversity within America and the world. Under his Chairmanship, he brought speakers to campus dealing with the Holocaust, Jewish immigration, and Zionism.  He also chaired the Seton Hall History Department from 1980 through the early 1990’s.

He has presented papers at scholarly conferences on Nazi propaganda in both print and film at the Columbia University Cinema Seminar, the German Studies Association, and the Association for the Study of African American Life and History. In addition to the publication of articles in these areas he is the co-editor of Slavery: Its Origins and Legacy, co-author of the African American History Curriculum Guide, and co-editor of German and African Americans: Two Centuries of Exchange. He is presently working on a book, World War II and the New Jersey Home Front.

Jacqueline Sutton

Jacqueline Sutton is a Social Studies teacher at High Point Regional High School in Sussex County NJ.  She received her MLitt. from Drew University with a concentration in Holocaust/Genocide Studies.  Ms. Sutton is a past recipient of the NJ Governor’s Teaching Award, and the Axelrod Award for her work in the area of Holocaust scholarship.  She has taught seminars to students and teachers about the Holocaust and other genocides at a variety of NJ universities and has been a guest speaker at area synagogues.  She was the runner up for the NJ Young Careerist Award as a result of her success in the classroom.  She was also the recipient of a scholarship to attend an intensive 4 day training workshop at the USHMM in Washington in order to become familiar with the educational materials available at the museum.  Ms. Sutton has worked under the guidance of Dr. Paul Winkler, of the NJ Commission on Holocaust Education, as she created lessons for teaching students about the genocide in Darfur.

Edye Lawler

Edye graduated Phi Beta Kappa from St. Catherine’s College (St. Paul, MN) with a double major in German and chemistry. Following her year in Tuebingen, Germany as a Fulbright scholar, she earned her M.A. in German at the University of Wisconsin (Madison) and then her Ph.D. in Nineteenth Century Studies, with an emphasis on German theological and philosophical thought, from Drew. The German theologian D.F. E. Schleiermacher is the focus of her research.

Edye retired in July 2011 as professor of German emerita from Drew, where she served for over 40 years as a member of the German Department and in several administrative posts, including Dean of Educational and Student Affairs and Interim Dean of the Caspersen School. Because of her ongoing interest in Holocaust study, she was honored to have been asked to join the Board of Associates for Drew University’s Center for Holocaust/Genocide Study and looks forward to working with members of the Center to realize ever more fully its mission.

Frances Malkin, Survivor Representative

Fran Malkin was born in a part of Poland that today belongs to the Ukraine. She survived the Holocaust by hiding with some family members in a barn. She speaks frequently about her experiences, which are told in the film No. 4 Street of Our Lady

(Reprinted from Drew Magazine, Winter 2009.  Written by John T. Ward)

After the Nazis shot her father, Moments in Time author Fay Malkin nearly lost her life at the hands of the very people who were caring for her.

The more the adults in the pigsty’s loft implored her to be quiet, the more the little Letzter girl cried. Her tears were understandable, of course. Two nights earlier, amid the hysteria of an imminent Gestapo aktion in which all Jews would be either shipped out to death camps or killed on the spot, five-year-old Feyge (pronounced “FAY-guh”) Letzter had slunk out of the ghetto of Sokal, in the Ukraine, along with her mother, Lea, and her grandmother, an uncle and four other adults and children. But their furtive, two-mile trek, including a dash across a bridge on the Bug River, did not end with deliverance; it ended with a climb up a ladder to a hayloft above a pigsty, where a family of four was already living. After two years of deprivation and unprovoked murder, including that of her own father, Feyge learned that her home for the foreseeable future was a cramped, reeking, windowless space she’d have to share with 12 other people. She’d been crying since she got there.

Under other circumstances, the girl’s despair might have been more easily tolerated. But filling the silences between the bursts of distant machine-gun fire and exploding grenades in the crowded cellars of Sokal – the aktion in progress – Feyge’s unrestrained sobs were a threat to the lives of everyone at the farm. Just one neighbor or passerby hearing her—that’s all it would take for them all to end up dead at the hands of anti-Semitic Ukrainians or Germans who’d overtaken the region two years earlier. And Francisca Halamajowa (pronounced “hah-lah-my-OH-wah”), the Gentile who owned the barn, would likely be the first to get a bullet to the head.

Hoping to drown out Feyge’s cries with the sounds of squealing piglets, Halamajowa and her daughter, Hela, spent hours whipping the animals. But they couldn’t keep that up indefinitely. Something had to be done about the girl.

That’s why the adults in the loft decided to kill Lea Letzter’s only child.

The intended victim of that plot now goes by the names Frances, or Fay, Malkin. She remembers only so much about the 18 months she spent in that awful place, and her memories are, like those of any witness, spotty and sometimes at odds with the recollections of others present. She recalls the loft as a low-raftered space in which she could stand up, but David Kindler, a local physician who had taken refuge there with his family, could not. She remembers the rank odor, the dust and the torture of what her family called fleas, though she is now convinced they were lice. Oddly, perhaps, she doesn’t recall extremes of hot and cold. She retains vague memories of playing chess, and a clearer one of watching the adults lower the body of her 20-something aunt, Chaye Dvora, through the trapdoor down to Mrs. Halamajowa for her secret burial after she died of tuberculosis.

Today, Malkin lives in a handsome, cedar-sided condo built into a carefully landscaped hillside in West Orange, N.J. Her home is a place of vaulted ceilings, skylights and bold colors. And here, at a sunlit kitchen table covered with sepia-toned photos and books about Sokal, 70-year-old Malkin talks about the late-life awakening that has impelled her to re-examine her Holocaust experience after decades of putting it out of her mind. Forgetting was behavior learned from relatives who avoided discussion of what they’d been through—except to tell and retell the story of “the miracle child” who’d survived their efforts to kill her.

Malkin’s efforts to come to terms with her past began about eight years ago, when, answering a yearning she couldn’t quite articulate, she signed up for the Leave-a-Legacy Writing Program for Holocaust Survivors at Drew’s Center for Holocaust/Genocide Study. In the halting process of getting her memories down on paper for the 2005 book the center published called Moments in Time: A Collage of Holocaust Memories—“I’m not a writer,” she says – she relied on and supplemented the efforts of her late uncle, Moshe Maltz, who kept a contemporaneous diary of the family’s life in the pig barn, a collection of notes that was finally published in 1993. Though it led to her becoming a member of the center’s board, the long-overdue process of reopening the door to her past has hardly been a joyous one, Malkin says. Yet it has been necessary, as she tries to comprehend the horror that nearly consumed her family, and did consume an estimated six million Jews. “It’s like I’m trying to make a new life for myself,” she says through a nervous grin that she acknowledges is her nearly constant mask.

“Before the world exploded,” as she puts it, Malkin’s mother’s family had been well-to-do cattle traders; her father’s family owned a lumber yard. As newlyweds, Eli and Lea Letzter ran a candy shop in Sokal. Their daughter, born in the spring of 1938, was a happy, high-spirited girl.

Now a part of the Ukraine, Sokal was then in a region known as Eastern Galicia; between the world wars it had briefly been part of Poland, but was ceded to the Soviet Union shortly before the Nazis invaded Poland in 1939. As the Germans overran the Sokal region in June 1941, many of the locals embraced them. Fed by a nationalist zeal and momentarily unshackled from the Kremlin, they unleashed decades of hatred by trying to scour their country of all traces of Judaism, both present and historical. They were glad to help sort out Jews for slave labor and eradication.

Shortly after the invasion, the Ukrainians, under the aegis of the Gestapo, ordered a roundup of Sokal’s Jewish men, ostensible for labor assignments. Four hundred—professionals, businessmen, unskilled hands—showed up in the town square, where the Maltzes had for generations bought and sold cattle. Then they were marched out of town to an old brick factory, where the looked into their own freshly dug graves before being shot. Fay’s father, Eli Letzter, was among them, one of several hundred thousand Jews believed to have been slaughtered in this manner in the region.

Two years later, as rumors of an aktion flew around town, the Maltzes and Letzters knew it was really coming—Lea’s brother, Shmelke, deemed necessary to the Gestapo effort, had been allowed to keep his job at the railroad depot, giving him access to key information. While many other Jews arranged to hide in cellars and elsewhere in town, Fay’s maternal grandmother paid a visit to Francisca Halamajowa, whom the family had been acquainted with for some years. A Polish Catholic in her late 50s, she’d lived in Germany and spoke perfect German; she’d also married a Ukrainian, but threw him out of her house when he declared himself a Nazi. Halamajowa agreed to hide as many family members as she could in the loft, and even passed them a key to the trapdoor so they could let themselves in during the night.

Halamajowa was cryptically casual when Fay’s grandmother asked why she would take such a risk. “Why not?” she is said to have replied. “I look at her picture now, and I think it was defiance” that drove her to risk her life, Malkin says. “Not so much against the Nazis, but against the Ukrainians.” A local Ukrainian official had long coveted the house beside the Bug River.

After the war, the Letzters, Maltzes and Kindlers would learn some almost incomprehensible things about their host. All the time she was hiding them, cooking for them and smuggling correspondence for them, she was hiding three more Jews, a family named Kram, in one of her two cellars. And toward the end of the war, she also hid, in the other, a German army deserter.

Fay’s cousin, Judy Maltz, a journalist born after the war who has just completed a film about her family’s time in the barn, says one man who knew Halamajowa described her as “a sucker for anyone in trouble.” A hard-drinking, tobacco chewer, Halamajowa “was quite a character,” says Maltz, who titles her film No. 4 Street of Our Lady, after the address of the Halamajowa homestead. “To pull this off, you couldn’t be a simple person. She was feisty, audacious.” Apparently she also possessed nerves of steel since she was ordered to board German soldiers at the same time that Jews were stashed in every corner of her property.

As the war was nearing its end, Sokal reverted to the Soviets, and Fay and her family were able to return to their home. Ukrainian communists arrested Halamajowa—they believed the German soldier she’d hidden was a spy—and planned to hang her. But they briefly let her go after Fay’s uncles persuaded them that the young man was, in fact, just a deserter. Still, the Soviet secret police came looking for Halamajowa again the next day with plans to interrogate her. When they arrived at the farm, she’d departed for Poland. She never returned.

Fay Malkin remembers crying, crying those first few days until finally even her mother, broken with grief, acquiesced to the consensus that Dr. Kinder should silence her so that the rest of them might live. In his kit bag, along with a supply of aspirin, cough syrup, sleeping pills and other remedies, Kindler had brought enough vials of poison for each person present to commit suicide should they be discovered.

Of May 28, 1943, the day she should have died, Malkin remembers telling the adults who were holding her down, “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” She remembers having a pill forced into her mouth; her uncle’s diary says it was a liquid she repeatedly spit out until they at last got enough into her to quell her. She relies entirely on Moshe’s account, and family lore, for the rest of the story. Kindler pronouncing her dead. Her mother telling her brothers, Moshe and Shmelke, that she could forgive them if God did also. Halamajowa appearing at the foot of the ladder two hours later with a burlap sack in which Feyge’s body should be buried under the cover of darkness. Kindler lifting the child’s limp body and detecting faint signs of life. Halamajowa agreeing, in one breath, that “it must be God’s will that this child should survive,” and saying in the next “I can assure you I won’t allow her to cry again.”

After the war, stricken by tuberculosis as the family had spent three years moving from one displaced persons camp  to another, Malkin was rejected by her own family, she says—literally shunned as a health threat, but also rejected in ways that Fay today finds difficult to describe. The upshot, she says, was a sense of isolation worse that the Holocaust itself had been for her. “Miracle child”—it’s a term that chafes; they didn’t treat her like a miracle child, she says.

The Letzters and Maltzes arrived in the United States in 1949. Feyge, almost 11 years old, adopted the name Frances and was enrolled in the first grade. But she caught up quickly, and graduated from Newark’s Weequahic High School at 18.

In America, the talk of the past was minimal among the surviving members of the Maltz and Letzter clans. “Nobody spoke about it,” Malkin says. “It wasn’t something you felt proud of, I think.” There was shame over not having put up a fight; even in Israel, she notes, there was a lingering contempt for the Holocaust survivors, who were often derided as sheep. But anyway, the war was over, and what was the point of looking back? “They did the best when their lives were on the line,” Malkin says of her elders. Afterward, “the spirit was knocked out of them. ‘Don’t make waves’ was their attitude.”

Always “Feigele” to Lea, Malkin says she and her mother “didn’t get along well,” and she began putting as much emotional space as she could between herself and her mother. She married, had a daughter, got divorced and remarried and would “lose myself,” she says, in work as a commercial real estate broker, trying to escape her mother’s fatalism. “That’s one of the things about being a Holocaust survivor—you’re waiting for catastrophe to happen when things are good. My mother used to say when I was running and laughing as a kid, ‘Don’t run too hard, don’t laugh too good, because you’re going to cry.’ It was that kind of feeling, waiting for the next tragedy.”

Lea Letzter died in 2003 at age 98. Malkin did not attend her mother’s funeral in Israel, but not for spite; her own husband, Milton, had died the same day and was to be buried here in America.

Had her mother and uncles been alive, they’d have been “hysterical” with rage hearing Fay talking, in 2007, about returning to Sokal with her cousin, Herby Maltz, Moshe’s son, who had also hidden in the barn. They were part of a rare minority, Fay and Herby: Fewer than 11 percent of Europe’s prewar population of Jewish children survived—one-third the survival rate of Jewish adults. Like pregnant women and the elderly, Jewish children were routinely sent straight to the gas chambers upon arriving at concentration camps. “You can’t go back there, they’ll kill you,” Fay imagines Moshe and her mother saying. And in fact, to this day, graffiti swastikas are not uncommon in Ukrainian cities. Holocaust historian Omer Bartov says that the Ukrainians still refuse to acknowledge as a people that tens of thousands of Jews were murdered at their hands or even in their midst. Friends, also Holocaust survivors, urged Malkin not to open that door, more out of concern for her emotional, than physical safety.

But Herby’s daughter, Judy, was making her film, and Malkin felt a compulsion, like the one that had led her to the Drew writing program. She felt a need to cross into the world of those sepia-toned photos and see where her father had been murdered. “I had to go,” she says. “I don’t even know why.”

And so she did, and walked the streets of her childhood, some paved with what had been Jewish headstones. She visited the crumbling prewar synagogue, and the vestiges of the Halamajowa house; the original pigsty was gone, but Herby recognized the tree that Chaye Dvora was buried under. “And the worst part was I saw, for the first time, where my father had been killed,” Fay says, recalling the eeriness of the brickworks. “It had a terrible effect on me.

There’s no happy ending to her journey so far, she says, adding frankly that her life “is not in a good place.” Unlike her elders, she cannot shut out the past, yet neither can she find a way to come to terms with the enormity of the Holocaust’s malice. She sees its echoes in news from places like Darfur.

Still, she harbors no anger toward her relatives or Dr. Kindler for trying to end her life, or toward her late mother for letting them try.

“They were not wrong,” she says, still smiling her nervous smile. “You were living in a world of death—life, death, destruction. This was normal.”

John T. Ward is a freelance writer based in Red Bank, N.J.

Joyce E. Reilly

Joyce Reilly was born in New York City, always intrigued by the variety of languages and cultures, and always aware of the tragedy of the Holocaust and whatit meant to many of my neighbors. After studying psychology at Drew and Waldorf Education in Europe and the US, Joyce started a therapeutic community in Pennsylvania and did training in psychotherapy. After returning to New Jersey for family reasons, Joyce discovered The Drew University Center for Holocaust/ Genocide Study on a local bulletin board and decided to attend programs and eventually become a volunteer. Now, ten years later, Joyce is completing a master’s degree in Conflict Transformation and is very involved in the Darfur Coalition of New Jersey on behalf of the Center. Currently working to resettle Darfurian refugees with JVS and HIAS, the Center has been a most meaningful and enlivening part of her life!

When Center Associate Joyce Reilly was twelve years old, she had a dream. Not the kind of dream you have when you are asleep but the kind of dream from which a lifelong mission and way-of-being emerges. Joyce’s dream was to create a community where all people would feel included, where injured or disabled people could heal, and where creativity, spiritual growth, and emotional wholeness would be nurtured. Now, more than thirty years later, Joyce continues to work at making this dream a reality through her varied activities as educator, therapist, peace-maker, and volunteer at our Center for Holocaust/Genocide Study. She is also a graduate student at Drew, working toward a doctorate and concentrating in Holocaust/Genocide Study. Incredibly, she finds time to fulfill a host of other commitments as well, all of them involved with helping and healing.

Born in Brooklyn to parents of Irish descent, Joyce learned early that she liked listening to people’s stories. Her parents, both of whom came from unstable family backgrounds-due to poverty and ill health-told her many stories of their respective families’ difficulties. Ironically, the neighborhood in Brooklyn where she grew up was heavily Jewish and many neighbors were Holocaust survivors. It was through her parents’ recounting of these neighbors’ stories that Joyce’s compassion for victims of persecution and oppressive social conditions developed further. As Joyce recalls, her parents could barely face the facts of the Holocaust or absorb the dismal truth that civilized people had failed to protect their fellow citizens. Although not directly affected, hearing about their neighbors’ experiences left her parents feeling vulnerable, unsupported, and aware that “the tide could turn” at any moment. Joyce further recalls her mother’s obsession with trying to figure out why such a horrible thing as the Holocaust could have occurred–and that her mother, although not Jewish herself, became so outspoken and fervent in her questioning that she eventually became a victim of anti-Semitism. It was from these experiences that Joyce Reilly’s dream of creating caring communities emerged. A central question began to surface: How do you make people sufficiently aware so that they won’t “sleep through the next genocide?” Not surprisingly, Joyce developed an interest in psychology and humanistic education.

She began her college study of psychology at Drew University in 1970. Through a chance meeting with another student during her first year, she learned of a job at Gould Farm in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, which is similar to the Camphill Communities in that it is a community serving people with mental illness (described below). Upon graduation from Drew in 1974, Joyce began eight years of work with residential communities serving mentally and emotionally challenged individuals: in Great Britain (through the Camphill Communities); in Germany (at the Frederich Husemann Klinik, an Alternative Psychiatric Hospital in Freiburg); and in the United States (at the Country Place in Litchfield, Connecticut where she served as Special Unit Director).

During this period of time, Joyce also pursued training at the Waldorf Institute of Mercy College (now Sunbridge College) in Detroit, Michigan where she ultimately also served as part-time faculty. Founded in 1919 by Rudolf Steiner for workers at the Waldorf Astoria Cigarette Company in Stuttgart, Germany, the Waldorf School Movement is now the second largest private, alternative school system in the world. Based on the philosophy articulated by Rudolf Steiner that “spiritual life embraces everything which lifts us out of our solitary egoism and draws us into community with other human beings,” the key concept in Waldorf education is creating community based on social, cultural, and political renewal. The Camphill Communities, where Joyce first worked, were founded by Dr. Karl Koenig, son of a long line of rabbis, who was inspired by Steiner’s ideas and who escaped Nazi persecution by fleeing to Scotland in 1939 to establish a “different kind of therapeutic community [one based] on a belief in the unique value of every human life and the ability of every human being to learn to listen, to develop trust, confidence, and love, and to live together for the common good.” One can certainly recognize Joyce’s dream in these words as well as the subtle ways in which the shadow of the Holocaust continued to shape her direction in life.

In 1982, Joyce moved to Kimberton, Pennsylvania, where she founded Gheel House, a therapeutic community for the mentally and emotionally challenged, also inspired by the philosophy of Rudolf Steiner. Further inspiration came from the town of Geel, Belgium, whose townspeople, as an informational brochure from Gheel House points out, “have for seven hundred years cared for and accepted the emotionally and mentally handicapped into their homes as valued family and community members.” Joyce directed and lived in this community until 1991, subsequently serving as admissions director for the Kimberton Waldorf School until 1993. In her “spare time” Joyce underwent psychotherapy training at the Psychosynthesis Institute of Pennsylvania in the neighboring community of Paoli. She also served as social worker for Intervention Associates in Berwyn, Pennsylvania.

During her tenure at Gheel House, the specter of the Holocaust once again impacted Joyce’s life when Georg Kuhlewind, a Hungarian Holocaust survivor, presented a workshop for the staff of Gheel House. This encounter with Kuhlewind, a widely published writer, philosopher, and lecturer in Europe, evolved into a working life-partnership with him and the eventual co-development of the Logos Foundation, a foundation for young children endangered by war, poverty, and their effects on modern life. Co-situated in Chatham, New Jersey and Budapest, Hungary, Joyce continues to serve as the Foundation’s Executive Director: her responsibilities include designing and implementing training programs for parents and caregivers. She also organizes conferences and lecture tours dealing with the activities of the Foundation. In concert with this, Joyce has taken on several board memberships, notably the House of Peace in Ipswich, Massachusetts. The House of Peace, founded in 1990 by John and Carrie Schuchardt, Joyce’s friends from the Camphill Community, employs at their facility persons with disabilities and also serves individuals who are refugees from war-torn nations around the world. Still another organization that is proud to have Joyce as a board member is the Actor’s Ensemble, a theater group based in New York City and Spencertown, New York whose works focus on Holocaust and Holocaust-related themes.

Joyce is currently working on a certificate in peacebuilding at the School for International Training in Brattleboro, Vermont through its program on Conflict Transformation Across Cultures (CONTACT). It is through this program that Joyce recently journeyed to Bosnia to meet with victims of the “ethnic cleansing” that scarred that land more than a decade ago. Similarly, it is through this program that she has met uniquely remarkable people such as Joseph Seberenzi, former speaker of the House of Parliament in Rwanda, a survivor of that genocide, and a conflict transformation specialist. A number of us were fortunate to hear him speak last May when he participated in the Center’s series of “Conversations with Witnesses.”
Joyce Reilly has said that she has always known about the Holocaust. Indeed, as her life story attests, Joyce’s very life has been shaped by shadows of the Holocaust. Her most recent involvement grows out of her association with the Center for Holocaust/Genocide Study. In 1993, she moved to Chatham, New Jersey to care for her aging parents. On one of her shopping trips to King’s market in their behalf, she was–not surprisingly–drawn to a poster announcing a conference about the Holocaust to be held at Drew University and sponsored by the Center for Holocaust/Genocide Study. So it was that Joyce found the Center and the Center found her; clearly it was a match meant to be, in other words, beshert.

A member of our Board of Associates since 2001, Joyce has brought her calming presence and special understanding of community to our group, along with her many gifts of wisdom, grace, compassion, spiritual harmony, and deep respect for all humanity. At the Center, we are deeply blessed to be advised by someone who “lives and works among those who create peace” and who joins us in working toward tikkun olam (repair of the world) in a post-Holocaust world still riddled with genocide and human rights abuses. Indeed, we are forever grateful that Joyce Reilly and the Center have joined in the common cause of repairing the world.

Joyce is an invaluable member of our team and we thank her from the bottom of our hearts for her many, many contributions.

Note: Several quotations in this piece are drawn from “An Emerging Culture: Rudolf Steiner’s Continuing Impact in the World” by Christopher Bamford and Erice Utne, a special publication of the Rudolf Steiner Foundation and “Utne Magazine” (pp. 24 and 26)

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Eva Vogel, Co-chair, Board of Associates, Second Generation Representative

Eva Milar Vogel was born to two Auschwitz survivors, Dr. Andrej Milar-Muller and Ruth Milarova (nee Hermanstadt) in Czechoslovakia. Eva immigrated to the US in 1969. She and her husband have two sons. Eva received her PhD in Chemistry and was elected a Fellow of The American Ceramic Society. Dr. Vogel is featured in the book Successful Women Ceramic and Glass Scientists and Engineers: 100 Inspirational Profiles, (Wiley 2016)​.

After 35 years working in glass and ceramic research, she retired from Bell Labs at Murray Hill, NJ as a Distinguished Member of Technical Staff. Eva now focuses her energy on helping to educate students and the general public about the Holocaust by talking about her parents’ experiences. In her public presentations, she discusses how we can learn from history to prevent repeating the horrors inflicted on her family. Eva also spends time with survivors, helping them to live with their memories and to bear witness to their stories.