Although it is 70 years since i spent some of my time in Domaradz, I cannot forget the good time i had there. I lived with my family in Korczyna. Every year for the Passover holidays the whole family packed up and hired a horse and wagon with a man to take us to Domaradz. We could not wait to get there to see our grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins.

I remember the beautiful landscape, the river, woods and hills surrounding the area. For us children it was an especially exciting trip. The first thing when we arrived we ran to the stable to see the cow and goat. Then we played in the back of the house on the wagons. This was a big thrill. I still remember the smell of the stable, which seemed to me like a good perfume.

Our grandparets did not know what to do with us out of happiness. They were elated. They were poor people struggling for a living; they worked hard just to feed themselves. How can you forget this? They were very proud people. What a hobbible death. My grandfather was shot for protecting his children from separating from him. Then they shot each one of them with a pistol (per witnesses). Why? They did not bother anybody. They were honest people. The murderous german S.S. How could they live with themselves. They were shot on the cemetery in Jasienice Rosielne and are buried there. Over 1000 people were shot at that time. I was informed that the city has put up a marker plate on that spot. Not only the Jews from Domaradz died there, also Jews from the surrounding villages. My cousin Froim was a witness to this horrible tragedy. For the last 58 years i live with my family in the U.S.A. Life here is good. But i cannot foget the beautiful time i spent in Domaradz. My memory of the family is alwys in front of my eyes. In 1984 we visited Domaradz but I could not find any trace of the place they lived.