This is the list that Opa Karl made of the 30 people in his family that died in the Shoah.
Pfifferling family tree:
My mother's uncle Julius was killed in the Buchenwald Concentration Camp in 1938. He was shot to death while running into the electric fence. This was witnessed by a cousin of Opa Karl. His wife Dorthea emigrated first to Shanghai, and then to England. She died in 1955.
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The house where the Pfifferling family lived in Halle(Saale) was across the street from where this photo was taken. The house was destroyed in the bombing towards the end of the war.
This is the gravestone of Opa Karl's mother at the Jewish cemetery in Halle an der Saale. The photo was sent to me by Sebastian Funk of Leipzig, Germany.
My mother's parents engagement picture.
This picture was taken in Leipzig.
This picture was taken in Central Park, New York City in August 1939. Opa Karl, My mother Hilde who was 16, Oma Julchen, and Tante Lore who was 8 years old. This photo is quite a contrast from the other family picture in this album that was taken as they were leaving Germany.
My mother Hilde with Tante Lore.
My Tante Lore told me two stories that I feel are very important. When my mother’s family came to Milwaukee and settled on E Kane Place they did not speak English and were also quite poor. My Aunt got to go to overnight camp at Camp Sidney Cohen, which was an overnight camp for Jewish children. She went to camp as a hardship case. Tante Lore said that Oma Julchen sent her to this camp with her belongings in a shopping bag. She didn't have nice clothes like all of the other girls. Like I've already mentioned at the time she spoke no English. The other kids all picked on my Aunt and made fun of her. It makes me very angry to think that these were other Jewish children and they had no compassion for my Aunt. It seems that they did not care that my Aunt Lore had suffered through hardships and was lucky to be alive.
As I mentioned above, the Pfifferling family lived on Kane Place. The closest elementary school was Holy Rosary, which was a Catholic school. My Opa and Oma took my Aunt Lore there because they just thought it was the closest school, so that’s where she should go. My Aunt Lore told me that she learned English from the nuns. When my grandparents realized that this was a Catholic school they enrolled her at Maryland Ave. School. Years later my cousins, Peter and Harold Jacobsohn, and myself also went to Maryland.
My grandmother, Julchen Pfifferling, with my mother.
This is my mother with the woman who took care of her when she was a little girl. The one that she referred to as "Meyer the shrier."
This is where the Pfifferling family lived in Halle a/Saale. The sign on the building is the name of their cattle business.
This is where my Opa Karl and his brothers had their cattle business. My mother and Opa are on the far right in this photo. My mother made the X on the picture.
Opa Karl Pfifferling is standing on the far right of this picture. Opa's mother Emilie Pfifferling is seated on the far right. His brother Jule is on the left side of the door, and Fritz is next to the right side of the door.
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This is a picture that my mother had framed in the living room of her apartment. This is her uncle and aunt, Adolph and Therese Pfifferling. Adolph was my Opa Karl's oldest brother.
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My mother Hidegard Pfifferling. She is seated in the front on the left side. This picture is of a sports club that was for young Jewish women. My mother always had this photo in a frame on her bedroom dresser. It must have meant a lot to her.
This picture was taken on the ship that brought my mother's family to America. As I mentioned in my speech, it was the last German boat that took Jews out of Germany, and my grandmother feared that the boat would turn around and take them back to Germany.In the foreground is my Aunt Lore, who was 8, then from left to right is my Opa Karl, my mother Hildegard, and my Oma Julchen. The looks on their faces speak for themselves.
My mother's father is on the far right in this picture. In 1916 my grandfather was taken prisoner of war and was sent to Manchester, England. He was there for the duration of the war.