Thursday, November 09, 2017

Greetings from Asbury Park!



First, there was this. 

Then, the NY Times photographer saw the crowd divide as Phil Murphy walked from the back of the Asbury Park pavilion, and this happened. In the NY Times.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Items: A Long Road Home to Poland

The Items: A Long Road Home to Poland

By Lynda Kraar

One day in 1947, Auschwitz survivor Abraham Siedlecki and his bride, Siberian Gulag survivor Chana Frajlich, were informed by the Jewish Committee of Lodz, Poland, that their application had been approved: Their new apartment was in move-in condition. It was on Pietrkowska Street – the charming main drag of Lodz, which, during the war, had been renamed Adolf Hitler Street, and had been inside the Lodz Ghetto. This new living space had been the headquarters of a newspaper during the war, and was now empty and available. Or so my parents thought.

When they arrived at the apartment, they found a squatter. Stunned to see my father, a former boxer, the squatter froze in panic. Within moments Dad realized this guy was a Nazi in hiding – hoping to do what? Escape to the “West?” Go home to Germany? Continue living in this apartment, unnoticed?

My father was not acquainted with anger management. This encounter gave Dad the opportunity to unleash all his rage on this former oppressor who could not now escape Dad’s blows.

“Please, I’ll give you anything I have – money – please!” the Nazi begged.

“I don’t want your money. I don’t want your personal things. What's in the bag?” Dad asked, noticing a small package among the Nazi’s possessions.
"Jude" star, front.
(Lynda Kraar photo)

My parents were stunned to see that the Nazi had meticulously sequestered a few well-chosen Jewish items. He had a neatly preserved “Jude” – a yellow star worn by Jewish ghetto prisoners. He was also hiding a ritual prayer shawl that was carefully folded in a black satin pouch, hand-sewn in the shape of the biblical Tablets of Moses. There was also a timeworn Jewish prayer book, a mahzor, used only on the Day of Atonement. One final left hook to the jaw, and the Nazi fled the apartment, leaving behind the package of Jewish items.

Why the Nazi held on to these items was the subject of much speculation by my parents. The items followed my parents’ itinerary – first to stay with them in Lodz for four years, under postwar Communism, then a six-week layover in Paris while waiting for passage to Israel, then four years in Israel, and then to Peterborough for a few weeks, and finally, to Toronto, where the items made a move several times, from downtown apartments until ultimately settling in the city’s Bathurst Manor enclave. They first lived on Clanton Park Road, where I recall seeing them for the first time when I was about five years old. When I turned six we all moved to a newer section of the Manor, to Sandale Gardens - the items and we three humans. It was during this period that I recall Mom placing all of the items in a plastic bakery bag that had contained pita bread. The items would stay in Mom’s top dresser drawer for 40 years.

From time to time, we would take them out, spread them out on the bed, and wonder aloud, What was a Nazi doing with these things? Was he going to save them as mementos? Did he intend to make money by selling them, after the Jews were extinct? Was he secretly a Jew, or did he have Jewish blood? Who was the owner? Was the owner elderly or infirm? Was he robbed by the Nazi?

Speak to us, Oh, Items. Speak to us. We implore you to speak. Tell us who you are, where you came from, and what happened to your owner!

The prayer shawl. It served as the wedding canopy for
my daughter Miriam's wedding.
(Lynda Kraar photo)
During those years, Mom said she would donate the items to Yad Vashem, but for some reason, despite our numerous trips to Israel, it never came to pass. We kept putting it off.

When Mom passed away and it was time to sell my parents’ home in Toronto, I relocated the items to my own home in Teaneck, New Jersey, where they remained in the plastic pita bakery bag, in the darkened bottom corner of our study. I placed them with some late-19th century Jewish liturgical volumes, safe from sunlight and humidity. From time to time, I would take them out, and show them to my daughters, asking the same questions – now a ritual – who was that guy? Why did he do it? What about the person who owned these things? What was his fate?

After my husband passed away, and our home was sold, the items took two more trips with me – first to a very sunny apartment in Edgewater, New Jersey, on the Hudson River. To protect them, the items stayed in the mover’s box for two years, and, finally, when I rebuilt my life with my new partner, the items came into a new curio cabinet, in my study in Englewood, New Jersey.

The items seemed frightened and huddled together – awaiting their fate, wondering what was going to happen next. They had been together since at least 1947 – when they entered the lives of my parents -- never having been away from each other. I felt their anguish – or perhaps these items, now much less inanimate to me than in the distant past, were absorbing my anguish.

One of the items would come into active duty as a significant part of a Jewish ritual.

Last summer my daughter got married at her grandmother’s farm in rural Pennsylvania. She and her husband designed an authentic, traditional wedding as would have taken place in a Polish shtetl, complete with a Klezmer band. For the first time in nearly 70 years, the items would be separated: The prayer shawl was summoned to be the wedding canopy. I packed it up and brought it to Pennsylvania to be used on what might have been the rainiest, wettest day of the entire summer.
The Mahzor, a prayer book used on the first day of Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement).
(Lynda Kraar photo)

It then travelled back to Toronto with my daughter – in a bag, but without the black satin cover, which had been safely albeit inadvertently left behind in a bag in the trunk of my car.

A few months later, in a snowstorm that lasted nine hours, I drove it back from Toronto to New Jersey, and returned it to its rightful place alongside the book and the star, tucked safely into the pita bag, and placed in my curio cabinet, under lock and key.

They were getting tired. I was getting tired. How long could I continue to shlep around these precious, historical artifacts – these witnesses – without risking damage, or worse? I considered where to donate them. Israel? The United States? Canada?


Not a bad idea. Both of my parents had always told me stories about Polish people whom they knew - friends, neighbors, business partners. What ultimately landed my father on his path to Auschwitz was arrest by a Jewish police officer in the Lodz Ghetto in 1942 after he was caught smuggling with his non-Jewish Polish partners on the German side of the ghetto. My mother's brother - as well as my mother - were turned in by Jews in Siberia. Mom's brother died of tuberculosis in a gulag at 18. Everything got transferred to me.

Earlier this year the University of Haifa announced its superstar lineup of honorary PhD conferees in what would truly be a banner year for academia. Amongst the honorees was Barbara Kirshenblatt-Gimblett, a luminary in the world of Jewish-Polish studies. Curator of the core exhibit of POLIN Museum of the History of Polish Jews. A landsman from Toronto who, like me, grew up in Bathurst Manor - the Holocaust survivor enclave a few miles north of downtown Toronto. Known to her army of adherents simply as "BKG."
Miriam Borden, left, and Barbara Kirshenblatt-Gimblett (BKG) examine the prayer shawl.
(Lynda Kraar photo)

I reached out to offer BKG my congratulations. From the minute we heard each other's shared Canadian accent, a friendship formed. Soon we were talking about Poland, and I felt it coming over me: Was it possible that the items would be going back to Poland, land of their origin? Would I be skipping over handing them to a Holocaust institution in Israel in favor of a Polish history museum? 

Yes. Yes, I would.

It was not a hard decision to make. My daughters and I collectively reached the conclusion that it was the right home for these items, which for at least half a century (judging by the wear and tear on the little mahzor) had enjoyed and celebrated ritual life in Poland - the land that had been the cradle of at least 70 percent of Jewish civilization for 1,000 years. In Poland the items would be displayed and counted as part of a community of witnesses - a kehilla of artifacts whose narrative arc is drenched in the history of the country’s Jewish life.

The items would take one more journey before returning to Poland. They would stop in Israel, where I’d be spending a few days at the University of Haifa board of governors meetings. On the flight they were safely tucked away in my big leather backpack, which remained on my lap for the entire 12-hour flight. And, God, they felt so heavy. I brought them to the University of Haifa, to visit Dr. Marcos Silber, senior lecturer at the university's internationally renowned Department of Jewish History. He was overcome with emotion. I let him touch the items. I sprawled them out over a table in his office as we spoke. It was good. It was giving me closure. It was making me comfortable with my decision.

My next stop was Poland. The morning of my departure I packed up the items, and they flew, once again on my lap, the short trip from Israel to Warsaw. The items felt even heavier than before. I was feeling a profound sense of loss at the thought of not having the items with me for the first time in my entire life.

The next day, June 27, my daughter and I engaged in a humble and informal act of charity at the POLIN Museum of the History of Polish Jews. In the presence of BKG I handed off the little plastic bag of items to the archivist. I filled out a few forms. Together we all beheld the magnitude of the items. It was not until I saw the reaction of other people to the items that I realized how important this moment was.  I suddenly felt lighter. I was certain that this was the right decision.

I was informed by BKG that these items were especially meaningful, because the collection did not contain many artifacts from the Nazi era. BKG informed us that the Jude star would be come part of the core exhibit. I only requested that we could borrow the ritual prayer shawl for my younger daughter's wedding, thus completing the circle.

Some people leave and never say goodbye. Some people say goodbye and never leave. Maybe there's a third kind of people - the kind who are both.

The Mahzor, a prayer book used on the first day of Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement).
The word "Mahzor" is written in the biblical semi-cursive Rashi script.
(Lynda Kraar photo)

Detail from the spine of the Mahzor, a prayer book used on the first day of Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement).
(Lynda Kraar photo)

The satin pouch that contained the Mahzor, a prayer book used on the first day of Yom Kippur -(the Day of Atonement).
Note the shape - the tablets of the Covenant.
 (Lynda Kraar photo)

The prayer shawl. It served as the wedding canopy for my daughter Miriam's wedding.
(Lynda Kraar photo)

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Cleaning out our closet....Overcoats for sale, all in very good and excellent condition (plus other clothes....scroll down):

MEN'S Down bomber jacket, lined
Brand - Royal Falcon
Size XL
Color - khaki

MEN'S Suede/leather bomber jacket
Size L (on the smallish side)
Brand - ?
Color - black

MEN'S Nubuck long jacket w/zipper and lots of pockets...warm!
Brand - MARC New York
Size L-XL
Color - warm beige w/ olive trim

MEN'S Fine wool single breasted topcoat, lined
Brand - Loutie (for Mario Caldi), made in Portugal
Size L
Color - brown herringbone

MEN'S Wool velour single breasted topcoat, lined
Brand - Jos. A. Bank, made in Italy
Size L
Color - navy

MEN'S Reversible down parka with detachable hood
Brand - ?
Size XL
Color - marine blue/black

WOMEN's wool cape
Brand - ?
Size M/L
Color - Two-tone houndstooth beige/brown

WOMEN's stylish wool overcoat
Brand - Jessica Simpson
Size - M/L
Color - Off-white

WOMEN's very stylish velvet blazer, double-breasted, lined (brand new)
Brand - Lucky Brand
Size - M
Color - salmon pink with multi-color floral embroidery

WOMEN's cashmere overcoat with hood, faux fur trim
Brand - The Coat Company
Size - L
Color - royal purple, black faux fur trim

A variety of young women's overcoats and fun jackets, sizes M-L
$10 each

A variety of men's slacks and shirts, sizes M-L; slacks are either 36" or 34" waist, 29" or 30" length. Many are in dry cleaner's bags. $10 each. Will entertain "best offers."

Contact me at for an appointment.

Lynda Kraar

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Uploaded videos (playlist)

A taste of "In the Footsteps of Django" as seen by the wonderful members of the Anchorage Concert Association earlier this week. Enjoy! See you on the road again in your town real soon! Let us know where you are. We will try to get the show to you. Contact

Sunday, August 26, 2012



Join us for....


Europe's New Gypsy Jazz Masters

- Lulo Reinhardt
- Les Doigts de l'Homme
- Sebastien Giniaux and Norig

In The Footsteps Of Django brings together the best of the new Gypsy Jazz masters of Europe—LULO REINHARDT, a third generation German master, whose group the Latin Swing Project combines Gypsy Jazz with Latin rhythms. LES DOIGTS DE L'HOMME, France's leading contemporary Gypsy Jazz group, stunning musicians with a great sense of flair and humor on stage. And NORIG, a French singer with a Celtic name and Catalan roots, and a gift for bringing out the full range of feelings in Gypsy music, who will make her American debut accompanied by the gifted SEBASTIEN GINIAUX on guitar.

Fall tour dates and ticket purchase:

More exciting announcements coming. Visit us: 

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*** Saga Musical Instruments, featuring the Gitane Model DG 560, as used by Lulo Reinhardt
***Shubb Capos, the official capo of In the Footsteps of Django
***Savarez Strings, as used by Sebastien S├ębastien Giniaux, Les Doigts de l'Homme and Lulo Reinhardt

One lucky concertgoer who enters our draw will win a Saga Gitane DG-560 Modele Lulo Reinhardt guitar, as used by Lulo on our tour (valued at $1850). We will also be giving away one Shubb capo at each performance, as used by Lulo and the rest of guitarists on our tour. It is the most popular capo in the world today. All our musicians use Savarez strings, which have been generously provided by the company.