Love after Loss...the story of my grandparents
Both of my grandparents suffered immeasurable loss during the Holocaust, yet them managed to rebuild and find meaning in their lives after the war. Because they did not discuss their past with their children and grandchildren, I know very little about them. But they, and their families deserve to be remembered. Henric Pollack My grandfather, Henric Pollack, was born in 1918 in Brody, Poland (then Eastern Galicia, present day Ukraine). He was the youngest of three, and the only boy. His father died fighting in World War 1. His mother Ester was 9 months pregnant with him when he died. He was raised by his mother, Ester, and two older sisters, Frida and Regina. When he was 11 years old, he had to quit school to help support his family by becoming an apprentice in a carpentry shop in Broday. When World War II broke out, he was 18 years old and was drafted to fight in the Russian Red Army to fight the Germans. He did not realize when he left that he would never see his sisters and mother...
