“I did not witness the most important events of my life,” says artist David Gev. “They happened before I was born, yet their memory persists. How does one take on the memories of another individual, let alone the collective memory of millions?”

Gev, 53, lives in Los Angeles and has finally found a way to heal from a traumatic event he experienced long ago—some might say, in a different life. After a long career in international telecommunications commodities, he now has a new profession, that of artist. His medium is glass. Covered head to toe in protective clothing he fuses the scalding hot material and combines it with acrylic, aluminum, and wood. The final products are abstract “mixed-media sculptures,” as he calls them—monochromatic linear panels made with rectangles of multi-colored glass arranged in rows. Each is titled “Journey,” followed by a number. At first glance you would likely not link Gev’s artwork to the Holocaust, but once you read his captions, the connection suddenly becomes clear.

Gev was born in Be’er Sheva, Israel, in 1960. His father, Baruch Ginzberg, was a colonel in the Israeli Army, a post he took up after surviving four different concentration camps during the Holocaust. Ginzberg spoke little of his experience to David or his oldest son Israel in hopes of protecting them from the suffering he endured. In his artwork, Gev returns repeatedly to the view he imagines his father had through the slats in the cattle cars that transported him to Auschwitz-Birkenau, Sachsenhausen, Bergen-Belsen, and Dachau—each ride filled with fear, starvation, and death.

Artist David Gev's work is meant to evoke the European landscape as seen from inside a train car on its way to a concentration camp.

Artist David Gev’s work is meant to evoke the European landscape as seen from inside a train car on its way to a concentration camp.

Gev did not directly experience this suffering, nor did he himself look out from the trains, or feel the pains of hunger and cold, but still he witnessed these things through pieces of stories told to him by his father. Without knowing all that occurred, he was forced to formulate images in his mind of what his father might have seen.

David Gev is what historians refer to as a second-generation Holocaust survivor. Hearing the stories and seeing their parents’ anguish constitutes a traumatic experience for the children of survivors. As the last of those who lived through the Holocaust move into their late 80s and 90s, their descendants are stepping into the roles of torchbearers and educators. At the same time, the children are questioning if these are roles they can fill, wondering whether their voices can have the same impact the voices of actual survivors do.

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Elena Berkovits was only 16 years old when she first came face to face with Dr. Josef Mengele in the Nazi extermination camp at Auschwitz. Mengele, or the “White Angel,” as inmates called him due to his white lab coat, was one of the medical personnel who would inspect people as they arrived. His motioning, left or right, would indicate if he deemed a person strong enough to work and therefore to live another day, or if they would be consigned to immediate death. In a brave act that nearly cost him his life, Elena’s father broke from the men’s line to tell her mother that Elena should lie and say she was 18 when questioned. He was severely beaten by soldiers for leaving his place in the queue, but his quick thinking saved Elena—she would later discover that most inmates 16 and under were sent to the gas chambers along with the elderly, as age was one of the principal criteria for selection. (After 1944, the age dropped to 14.)

Elena and her mother barely survived the 369 days they lived in Auschwitz. They were among the few who were freed when Nazi personnel abandoned the camp in 1945. Her father died just two weeks before liberation.

Berkovits has told her story hundreds of times to students at the Harriet and Kenneth Kupferberg Holocaust Resource Center and Archives (KHRCA), where she volunteers every Tuesday and where I serve as assistant director. Located on the campus of Queensborough Community College in Bayside, Queens, the Center is both museum and educational facility. Berkovits speaks to students all semester, but her voice cracks every time she recalls the moment her father risked his life for her. Students are enraptured by her telling, her bluntness, and the sense of humor that somehow peers through when she describes the unbelievable aspects of her survival. Berkovits enjoys speaking to them, and she cherishes the thank you letters and cards she has received over the years. On many occasions, students have lined up after class to personally thank her, and sometimes give her a hug.

Elana Berkovits was 16 when she and her family were taken to Auschwitz.

Elana Berkovits was 16 when she and her family were taken to Auschwitz.

But Berkovits has a new mission: She is working to document her experience during the Holocaust for another audience, her great-grandchildren. At 85, she has been able to watch her daughter and two grandsons grow into adulthood. While she visits with her great-grandchildren Avery and Foster at every opportunity, she is concerned that she won’t get the chance to tell them about this time in her life when they are old enough to understand. She wants the story to be in her own words, so at the suggestion of her grandson, has begun working on a memoir for them. And not just one memoir, but two. Her first begins with the war and continues into the present; the second omits her experience of the Holocaust completely.

“I guess my grandson will read them the [abridged] story, and then when they are older they can read the full story themselves,” says Berkovits.

After the liberation, Berkovits returned to Romania with her mother to look for family and friends who may have survived, and found very few. She was eager to restart her life in Romania, so she married in 1946, and three years later had a daughter. Berkovits came to the United States with her husband Izsak and daughter Vera in 1967. Vera was the only one of them who could speak English when they immigrated. She was 18 and immediately enrolled at Hunter College to study chemistry. Like her mother, she wanted to begin a new life in a new country and leave the past behind her.

Vera knew her mother lived through the Holocaust, but not of the details. “I never directly spoke about it until she was older,” says Berkovits. “But she overheard things in the house when we were talking with our friends.” In fact, Vera didn’t learn the full story until she was a mother herself, and it wasn’t by choice. Berkovits participated in filmmaker Steven Spielberg’s interviews of over 52,000 survivors in the mid-1990s, which would develop into the Survivors of the Shoah Visual History Foundation. She was interviewed in her home; Vera and her two teenage sons were present.

“It was hard, I had to stop,” Berkovits says. However, the Shoah Foundation interview was a turning point for her—it made her more comfortable sharing her experience.

Now that she is preparing her personal history for her great-grandchildren, what about the rest of the world? Will her daughter be able to testify to these events in her place? Berkovits thinks about it for a moment, her kind eyes looking into the distance. “Yes… No, probably not,” she says. “It’s hard for her to hear the story. When I am telling someone about it in front of her she says, ‘Stop it mom.’ She’s very sensitive.”

Not everyone will have access to Berkovits’s memoirs, so if her daughter doesn’t actively share her story, what will become of it?

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The KHRCA holds bi-weekly meetings for Holocaust survivors called “Bagels and Talk.” The executive director of the Center, Dr. Arthur Flug, explains: “I bring the bagels, they bring the talk.” During the hour-long meetings, the group discusses everything from their lives in Europe before the war to the achievements of their grandchildren. David Widawsky, 65, a recently retired urban planner from Queens, brings his survivor father Sam to every meeting and sits in the back eating bagels and listening. One day he stopped in Dr. Flug’s office and said that he wanted to volunteer. When Flug asked him what he wanted to do, he had no answer. A few weeks later he came to see Flug again and declared that he wanted to create a group like “Bagels and Talk,” but for the second generation—the children of Holocaust survivors.

The archives at the KHRCA contain hundreds of audio recordings of Holocaust survivors.

The archives at the KHRCA contain hundreds of audio recordings of Holocaust survivors.

Widawsky describes the ensuing scene with a laugh: “Arthur jumped out of his chair and hugged me.” Dr. Flug had always wanted to create a “2G” group but didn’t have the time or resources to do so. They were easily able to compile a list of locals who were 2G. Widawsky gathered friends, Flug called survivors and put a notice in the KHRCA membership bulletin. Twenty names soon became forty.

When Widawsky began the group, he was thinking of the time when survivors will no longer be around to tell their own stories. “We have a responsibility to carry on the legacy, to be a transmitter of these stories,” he says. The group’s aim is two-fold: to train members to be tour guides at the KHRCA and integrate their personal experiences into the Center, and to prepare them to be speakers.

Widwaswky recognizes that having the child of a survivor speak is not the same as having an actual Holocaust survivor speak. “People still want survivors, but later they will look to us,” he says, describing the 2G as being “eyewitnesses to eyewitnesses.” Widawsky feels that we can’t rely solely on institutions and scholars to keep these experiences alive because they lack the personal connection.

Widawsky didn’t learn his father’s full story until he was in his twenties, although he knew he was a survivor. “I was always aware of it, I could feel it under my skin,” he recalls. He says the Holocaust was barely mentioned in high school and college. It was as an adult that he went to a lecture at the CUNY Graduate Center and first grew interested in learning more about the Holocaust. It was then that he finally asked his father about his experience.

Widawsky with a family photo taken after the war. Like many second generation survivors, he does not have pictures of his parents taken before the Holocaust.

Widawsky with a family photo taken after the war. Like many second generation survivors, he does not have pictures of his parents taken before the Holocaust.

“He was waiting for the opportunity to talk about it,” says Widawsky. “He started talking and he hasn’t stopped.”

Widawsky understands why his father didn’t bring it up until he was asked. Talking with his peers in the 2G group, he has found that it is common for survivors to be reluctant to share these details with their children.

“No one knew when the right time to talk about it with their children was,” says Widawsky. “It was like giving the sex talk—you know when they are definitely too young, but when?” There are many 2G who have never heard their parents’ full stories and so will not have the opportunity to communicate them even if they would have liked to.

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All four of Daniel Brooks’s grandparents were Holocaust survivors. Brooks, who grew up in Bayside, has made it his mission to share their story. In 2006, he founded 3GNY, a New York City-based group for the grandchildren of Holocaust survivors.

“I wanted to create a forum for 3G—there was nothing there,” says Brooks. And I wanted to determine what are we doing to secure this legacy.”

While the number of Holocaust survivors is dwindling, Brooks’s nonprofit organization already has more than a thousand members. Aside from coming together to create a community with a shared experience, their mission is clear: “To preserve, honor and perpetuate the history of the Shoah and, in the process, to combat intolerance around the world.” (The Hebrew word shoah translates to “catastrophe.”) Members are encouraged to learn about their personal connection to the Holocaust and use it as a means to educate others about the destructive nature of prejudice.

The experience of the third generation is generally quite different from the second. Brooks heard his grandmother’s story when he was sixteen, after visiting the death camps in Poland with his family. The trip raised questions about his family’s history, which were answered by his mother and in his reading of the memoirs his grandmother wrote thirty years earlier. His mother’s experience was similar to Widawsky’s—she didn’t learn about what her parents had been through until she was older and started asking questions.

This photo from the KHRCA shows the liberation of the Dachau concentration camp.

This photo from the KHRCA shows the liberation of the Dachau concentration camp.

It is typically easier for survivors to relate their stories to their grandchildren than it was to tell them to their children.

“The survivor grandparent and grandchild have a unique relationship,” says Dr. Flug. “It is one that is devoid of all the emotional interaction that is spent in raising children and that may at times not foster a strong sharing relationship.” With the wisdom that comes from being a grandparent of nine, he adds: “It’s also a second chance to get it right.”

Brooks guesses that many survivors were too protective of their children to impart to them the brutal details of what they experienced. “By the time we knew our grandparents, they didn’t feel guilty talking about it.”

“The 3G connected with their grandparents in a way 2G couldn’t,” says Widawsky. “The 2G were too emotionally connected.”

Widawsky, whose parents are from Poland, was born in a displaced persons camp in Landsberg, Germany. Originally a concentration camp, it was liberated in 1945 by the United States, and housed a large number of Jewish refugees who had managed to survive the atrocities of the Nazi regime. He was only one and a half years old when his family immigrated to America. He grew up in a Yiddish-speaking household in the Bronx—a totally different experience from that of his three sons who spent their entire childhood in Bayside, Queens.

The same goes for Berkovits’s daughter Vera, who didn’t immigrate to the United States until she was in her twenties. “The 3G have a more American upbringing,” says Widawsky.

Now in his 30s, Brooks is trying to prepare 3GNY members to carry the torch of their grandparents. The board has created an initiative called WEDU (We Educate), a program to train the 3G to share their grandparents’ experiences with the public—

A piece from the KHRCA's colleciton of Holocaust artifacts

A piece from the KHRCA’s colleciton of Holocaust artifacts

particularly in the classroom. But can people who are two generations removed from the Holocaust share with the same passion? Brooks feels they can. He describes it as being “more personal” and “less remote” than being lectured to by a scholar. He hopes these 3G members can compel others to ask questions about their own family history, which he describes as the most important thing.

When David Gev’s exhibition was unveiled at KHRCA in March of 2013, Gev spoke to a full house. He slowly and uncomfortably explained his artistic interpretation of his father’s Holocaust experience. It was clearly a challenge to express the pain he felt. As I sat in the back of the room one of our volunteers, a Holocaust survivor named Hanne Liebmann, walked over. Hanne sat next to me and listened to Gev struggling to explain his artwork. This strong 89-year-old woman, who experienced so much suffering and was forced into unimaginable situations, motioned for me to move closer. She leaned over and in her thick German accent whispered into my ear: “I don’t think he’s over it.”

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Marisa L. Berman is a local historian and author who released her first book in April, 2013. It is about the history of a now defunct amusement park on Long Island, where she spent her childhood. She currently serves as assistant director at the Harriet and Kenneth Kupferberg Holocaust Resource Center at Queensborough Community College, CUNY.

Alison Brockhouse is an artist and photographer based in Brooklyn, NY.