Philip Biel

The photograph of me from my falsified passport, which indentified me as a Christian. I never got to use the passport.

A photo taken of me just after the Red Army liberated Wegrow. I had been hiding in the loft of Bujalski's barn for more than a year and had been slowly starving.

Woodcarving of Bujalski's barn, where we hid in 1943 and 1944. It is one of several scenes that I carved while we hid at the barn. The Hebrews inscription on the edge of the carving reads: "In this place we sat while Hitler murdered the Jews."

A scale model of the attic above our store and house. I built the door in the central brick wall (the door is shown open). When the door was closed, the inside area (the smaller area in the lower part of this picture) could not be detected. This is where we hid for seven weeks after the SS rounded up Wegrow's Jews for shipment to Treblinka.

The picture of my mother that was taken in 1943 for her falsified passport.

My father, Meier Wolf Bielawski, circa 1930.

From left to right, my mother, Sarah Freida Bielawski, me, and my sister-in-law Paula in front of our clothing store, circa 1940. We are all wearing Star of David arm bands.

The Bielawski brothers. From left to right: Yitzchak, me(Shraga), Yerachmiel, and Moshe, all wearing Star of David arm bands, as ordered by the Nazis in 1940.

My brother Yitzchak's family, in a photograph taken in Wegrow in 1945, just after the end of the war. From left to right: a young friend: Yitzchak: a friend; little Eddie, Yitzchak and Paula's son: Paula: and Renia, Yitzchak and Paula's daughter. Yitzchak is only thirty-nine years old in this picture, notice how he has aged.

My brother-in-law Morris Abarbanel, me, my sister Menucha, and Meyer, Morris and Menucha's first son, in Germany in 1948. Menucha is only twenty-nine or thirty in this photo, but notice how much older she looks as a result of her experience in Poland.

Left to right: Rivka Kreda, the wife of the launderer Yecheil Kreda; my sister, Menucha; and the tailor Leibel Mazur's sister (whose name I do not remember). All the Kredas and Mazurs were shot, but my sister escaped by pretending to be dead.

Hirsch and Miriam Recant. Miriam was my half-sister, Hirsch, who was a printer, was bitterly disappointed that none of his non-Jewish friends would help him. Hirsch, Miriam, and their three daughters died at Treblinka.

My girlfriend Rachel Mandelbaum(center) and two of her friends, circa 1939.

Ester and me on our wedding day in 1949 in Bergen-Belsen, near the site of the infamous concentration camp.

A Jewish road work crew near the village of Sokolow in 1939. Jews were forced into labor gangs where the Nazis invaded. I am standing in the middle leaning on a shovel(arrow).

Guests at a wedding in Wegrow before the war. Noah Kochman, the Jewish chief of police who tried to arrest me, is second from the left, wearing a hat.

Chaim Worim and his wife. After they were taken to Treblinka, their two-year-old daughter, who had been left behind, was killed by an SS Officer who picked her up by her legs and smashed her head against a wall.

Hinde Chudzik, the five-year-old daughter of Fishel Chudzik, who owned the restaurant next to my family's store, and me, standing in front of my home. All the Chudziks were rounded up and shot.

Sanitation workers standing in front of the mikva (ritual bath) just after the invasion of Poland in September 1939

Members of the Jewish hospital staff assembled just after the outbreak of war. In the second row at the center is the staff director. Dr. Melchior

Moshe Mandelbaum, leader of the Poale Zion, a Zionist organization that was active in Wegrow and elsewhere. He was not related to my girlfriend, Rachel Mandelbaum.

The Jewish medic Nathan Weintraub, who treated me for typhus and saved my life.

Rabbi Jacob Mendel Morgenstern, rabbi of the Great Synagogue in Wegrow. He was the son of the rabbi of Sokolow. When the Nazis first entered Wegrow, they took him to the town square, make him clean the streets, and then bayoneted him to death.

The building that housed the drugstore on the square in Wegrow. The building is more than 700 years old.

The marketplace in Wegrow, circa 1937. The huge Roman Catholic Church at the front of the square is at the upper right in this photo.