
28/01/2025
Dear Trochenbroders,
Today, on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, a day of commemoration to honor the six million Jews who perished in the Holocaust and the millions of other victims of N***sm, intolerance and hate, our hearts turn to our own dear family members who lost their lives in Trochenbrod.
We Remember Them.
Perhaps you are already familiar with the song about our town called, Children of Trochenbrod, written by Joe Jencks, an award-winning songwriter, and celebrated vocalist based in Chicago. The song is performed by Joe and our fellow descendant, Cantor Charlie Bernhardt. You can find the hauntingly beautiful song, here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IMeoPGzFYo with lyrics below.
During our 2012 trip to Trochenbrod, led by Avrom Bendavid-Val, z"l, Charlie played Children of Trochenbrod as part of our Kaddish prayers in the Yaromel forest near Trochenbrod. It is a moment that is seared in my memory and in my heart.
As the descendants of Trochenbrod, we have a special bond. We are the children of Trochenbrod, and we remember.
Andrea
Children of Trochenbrod
Who can ever know or say
What makes a heart go blind
What paves the road to hatred
Or what shadows fill the mind
What voice cries out in memories
What sacred words unspoken
Demand each generation
Try to heal what has been broken?
From the heart of a wilderness
By the labor of their hands
The People built this town
Row by row they plowed the land
Friday night by candlelight
The ancient prayers were read
Celebrating Shabbos
Singing songs and breaking bread
Chorus
We remember
We remember
We are the children of Trochenbrod
There were whispers on the wind
In nineteen forty one
That the war would come to Trochenbrod
But there was nowhere left to run
Rumors of the camps came in
With refugees each day
They were trying to find safety
And stay out of history’s way
In August nineteen forty two
Trochenbrod stood brave
Hitler’s army gave them shovels
They were forced to dig their graves
Soldiers lined them up like bottles
And they did not waste a round
Not a single soul was spared
Five thousand lifeless on the ground
Then the N***s stole the paving stones
And filled in every well
Then they took a torch to Eden
And they turned it into hell
There was nothing left but ash
They planted trees to hide their shame
Though wicked men tried to erase it
We know this place has a name!
All the children of Trochenbrod
Anachnu kol b’nei Trochenbrod (Hebrew)
Mir zeinen alle die kinder fon Trochenbrod (Yiddish)
Todas es criances de Trochenbrod (Brazilian Portuguese)
And we remember!Children