That Jewish Man Who Made My Grandfather a Priest
This article was originally published on Times of Israel
I haven’t seen my grandfather for the last five years. But it wasn’t his fault. And it wasn’t my fault either. It was life and all its complexities around it.
I moved away from Hungary for the second time. After a Russian boy, I partnered up with a Jewish boy. He saw my Russian boy once or twice. He didn’t say a word. But I know it was hard on him. My great-grandfather was taken by the Russians one night, and nobody saw him ever after. My grandmother was hiding in the attic from the Russian soldiers, who came and conquered, sexually assaulting women as they wished. History was just too close. They lived in an era I’ll never fully understand no matter how many books I read.
He never saw my Jewish boy.
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I haven’t seen my grandfather during the last five years. But it wasn’t his fault. And it wasn’t my fault either. It was life and all its complexities around it.
Then my grandmother was taken to the hospital.
The day before that I went to visit my grandparents. I don’t know why. It was a gut feeling.
As a child, I often visited them only to show my father that I loved him. That day — after five years of not visiting and a day before my grandmother was taken to the hospital — I visited my grandparents because I wanted to show them that I loved them no matter what. To show them that I’ve forgiven. To show them that it’s OK that they didn’t hold my hand, that they didn’t call on my birthdays, that they smiled at every child but me and my brother. I wanted to show them it’s all OK; I understand now.
Once I left, my grandfather called up my father to tell him he’d forgotten to tell me a story and if I could pass by tomorrow.
I couldn’t go the next day. Because that was the day when my grandmother was taken to the hospital.
But I did go a few days later.
I have no recollection of ever spending two hours with my grandfather alone. In fact, I’ve no recollection of anything more than five minutes.
He was waiting for me with pictures.
Pictures from the era I’ll never understand. He told me his father was a soldier. I didn’t know that. He told me he grew up in Budapest. I didn’t know that either. He told me about what happened with them during the second World War, then during the Communism, and during the 1956 Hungarian Revolution.
My grandfather with his parents
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But all this is not the story I wanted to tell you. The story I wanted to tell you is about three Jewish men. Two of them died. One of them survived.
The one that survived was saved by my great-grandfather. A man I’ve never met.
“We came home from the city,” said my grandfather, “when this woman was waiting at our doorway. She went down on her knee and kissed my father’s hand.” My grandfather paused for a second, and I saw that he was crying. I was choking on my inner tears. I tried to hold up. I knew if I didn’t, thirty years of tears would come out.
That woman was the wife of the Jewish man that survived. Years later – once her husband had already passed away – she came to my grandfather’s home to say: ‘Thank you for saving us. Thank you for risking your life and hiding us when you shouldn’t have.’
This was my great-grandfather. He risked his life to save a Jewish family. (Like so many Hungarians back then – something, we should talk about more often.) The first time in my life I felt closer to my grandfather; to the little boy in that picture who saw how his father saved this Jewish family.
The other two Jewish men died. And we’re around 1944 when they did.
‘I was somewhere in Germany with my unit. We’re marching towards Hungary. They didn’t let us walk during the day, only by night, in the dark. We walked kilometers upon kilometers. Some of us never returned home. One night they gave us a few minutes of rest by a dike. I sat down with my mates as I felt my boots were touching something, but I couldn’t see what. I looked for my small torch and made some light. It was a Jewish man. He was shot. Right in his head.’
He pauses, and I see how much I don’t know my grandfather.
‘I remember clearly; that was the first moment I knew I wanted to be a priest.’
The other Jewish man also died.
‘He was shot. Right there, on the street. They said: don’t feel sorry, he was Jewish.’
Somewhere between the words, I’ve learned that my priest grandfather knew about my Jewish man. He didn’t say anything.
So I talked.
I told him how my trip to Israel in 2011 changed my life. How I started to learn Hebrew and how I love being in Israel. I told him that nobody ever wanted to convert me yet. (Except that Hasidic Jew in Times Square. But I didn’t tell him this). That I, the gentile is treated with love and care by the Jewish people. That I, the Christian is going to Shabbat dinners.
I couldn’t read him. He listened but didn’t say anything.
* * *
Two hours passed when I said bye.
But before could leave he said: ‘Next time bring your Jewish man with you. I’d love to meet him. They’re good people; the Jews.’
I said fine and put my sunglasses on before it’s too late. Before he would see that thirty years of pent-up tears are finding their way out.
This is the story I wanted to tell you. The story of my priest grandfather who became a priest because of the cruelty he saw against the Jewish people. The priest who smiled at every child but me. The priest who made me stop going to church and with that made me connected to Judaism.
And no, he has no idea about this latter one…
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Virag🐝 G.
7 years ago #13
Thank you, Claire :-)
Virag🐝 G.
7 years ago #12
Thank you so much Matt Sweetwood & everyone!
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7 years ago #11
Thank you Karen Anne Kramer ~ CNN Women Leaders 2015. I appreciate you reading it, and your feedback, coming from a writer, is flattering. :-)
Virag🐝 G.
7 years ago #10
Thank you Ram Singh!
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7 years ago #9
Lisa Gallagher, thank you so much for reading. I think it is not only my story, but so many other families. Something we should be talking about more often, before the people who still remember, leave us.
Virag🐝 G.
7 years ago #8
Something I have never imagined from my grandfather.... Julie Hickman
Virag🐝 G.
7 years ago #7
Thanks for reading Robert!
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7 years ago #6
Yes, Ben Pinto. That era in the Easters part of Europe is something most nations would not comprehend. Things happened that for the West is only a story in history books. Hiding Jews was one such acts when you need to risk your life. But Hungarians were obliged to report and spy on other Hungarians as well. It was not only about religious freedom, but yes, it played a huge role!
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7 years ago #5
Donald Grandy thank you for reading it!
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7 years ago #4
Dear Sara, thank you for your heartwarming feedback and I appreciate you taking the time to read it! Sara Jacobovici
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7 years ago #3
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7 years ago #2
Thank you Pascal! And aren't we all humans and meaningful? ;)
Virag🐝 G.
7 years ago #1
thank you so much for reading Dean Owen. I think we all need to write out these heavy things from us. Worth more than tears :)