From Kay Nabel, 1995:
It has been a long time ago since I was a member of this synagogue. Both of my sons were Bar Mitzvahed here and I had many happy memories from that time.
I am a Holocaust survivor. I come from Krakow, Poland. I lived thru the Holocaust. After several months on the run to escape from the Nazis, I was placed in a Concentration Camp near Ptasrow, and from there by luck, we escaped. Thru Christian friends in Poland, we were able to get false papers and were sent to work in Germany as Polish Christians. There is a lot to say about that but it will take too much time.
We went to a small village, Galolshwusen, Germany. There we met the Merins, who are here tonight. From there we went to Konigshofen. We all worked there as Polish Christian workers. We never mentioned that we suspected each other to be Jewish.
Again, it will take too long to tell our story as workers in Germany. In 1945, April 8, we were liberated by the Americans. 50 years ago, now.
We assumed our real identity and moved to Bad Neustadt. The Americans there were able to get us papers to replace our false papers. There I met my friend, Irene Frankel, my school friend from Krakow. She had also been working in Germany on false papers. She is also here tonight. We all wanted to emigrate to the United States.
We were one of two Jewish families in Bad Neustadt. We met a man of this town, a Christian. He explained to us that he hoped some of the former Jewish citizens would come back, but so far no one did. He asked us if we would take a Torah and the Kaporet, which was taken from the synagogue and entrusted to him by Jewish persons of Bad Neustadt, and he asked us to give it to a synagogue in the United States. The Torah was badly damaged, so we buried it. But we kept the Kaporet.
In the meantime, we lived in Bad Neustadt. The American servicemen restored the abandoned synagogue. We had a nice service of rededication with the Jewish men from the American Army and the Jewish Chaplin. One of the Jewish men there was William Weinstock. He had grown up in the town of Bad Neustadt, left for the United States before the war, and joined the American Army. He was there for the rededication of the synagogue he grew up in.
We emigrated to New York in 1949, and later moved to Connecticut. We joined Temple Beth Hillel. When my older son, Bill, had his Bar Mitzvah in January, 1963, we were still meeting in the Wapping Church. When, Gary had his Bar Mitzvah, June 1966, it was held in this building [Temple Beth Hillel’s former location on Foster St. Extension, South Windsor]. It was at that time we gave the Kaporet to this Temple to be placed in the Ark, as we had promised the German man who gave it to us.
I am happy for this occasion of rededicating the Kaporet in honor of my sons, Bill and Gary.
Bill is here with his wife, Susan, and children Jake and Hannah. Gary was not able to be here.
I would like to express my thanks to wonderful person, Gladys Rosen, who knows all about the history of the Kaporet. [Handwritten note on item: Gladys, from Manchester, is a member of the Pomegranate Guild of Judaic Needlework. She judges the age of the Kaporet back to about 1850.]
In conclusion, this is the time that we officially remember the Holocaust, but as for me, this is my way of life, I live it every day. I like to honor my family that perished in the Holocaust and many others. We'll never forget.