I was an only child of a well to do family. My father was a lawyer, my mother a doctor. I was born on December 26, 1931. Being an only child, I was very spoiled and had a happy childhood until the deportation.
I was 12 years old when I was deported. Needless to say, my childhood ended. I was in Auschwitz-Birkenau for approximately six weeks and saw atrocities to last several life times. For the rest of the time, I was in Ravensbruk and other work camps in Germany. During the death march, the Germans disappeared when the Russians liberated us. It took until September 7, 1945 to get back to Hungary.
After the Shoah I lived in Budapest with my mother, and my maternal grandparents. I lost my father and many other relatives to the holocaust. I never lived in Debrecen after and only visited once in 1966 for less than a day.
I lived in Budapest where I completed my nursing degree and worked as a nurse until the Hungarian Revolution broke out in October, 1956. I also was accepted to medical school for the 1957 year, but didn’t get to go as we had to flee Hungary.
I left Hungary with my future husband, Norbert Kerenyi. He was a doctor. We lived in Halifax, and Fredericton, before moving to Toronto in 1972 where I still live. I have one daughter and two sons in Toronto, and one daughter in Vancouver.
What does Auschwitz mean to you?
It means death
My message for future generations is…
I hope that people will never forget and this type of atrocity will never occur again and people can lead easier and happier lives
Who will be accompanying you on this journey?
John is my youngest son. He is a lawyer.