My mother met her first husband just before they were sent to the Lodz ghetto. They were married there and had a daughter. Her husband was picked up in a round-up one day as he went to work. She never saw him again.
My mother became solely responsible for working and feeding herself and her infant child. It was so difficult for her. The food lines were horribly long, the piecework she did had to be handed in on time, and there were times when she couldn’t feed her child or herself because of the circumstances.
Near the end, the Nazi’s did daily sweeps of the ghetto. The first time they came for the elderly and the sick. The next time they came for the infants and young children. My mother lived on the third floor of an apartment building.
When she found out about the sweep for young children, she managed to hide her daughter by sneaking into an apartment that had already been checked by the Nazi’s and covering herself and her daughter up with the bedclothes, blankets, pillows that had been strewn on the floor.
They survived that sweep. The next day she and many other women were put on a transport to Auschwitz. The train was horrible. As soon as they arrived and got on line, the child was ripped from her arms and thrown to a female SS guard.
She never saw her 3½ year old, baby daughter again.