b'WESTERN MARBLE ARCH SYNAGOGUETHE TRIUMPH OF LIFE JUDITH ABRAHAMSI nApril1944Germanybegan thedeportationofJewsfrom Hungary. By April 1945, 500,000 (two-thirds of the countrys 825,000 Jewishpopulationin1941)had perished at the hands of the Nazis.My mother lca was a survivor of AuschwitzandBergen-Belsen. After liberation in April 1945, age 24 and weighing 30 kilos, she wasMy parents wedding invitationtaken by the Red Cross to hospital in Sweden. In the spring of 1946, she returned to Hungary and in December married my father, William Grunberger. They had known each other before the warmy mothers sister had married a friend of my fathers.My father had escaped from a labour camp in the Ukraine and was hidden in a haystack by a peasant woman. My parents wedding was the first post-war Jewish wedding in Mezocsat, my fathers village in Northern Hungary. Unusually for those times, neither of my parents had been previously married or lost partners and children in the Shoah. We had no grandparents, no aunts, no cousins and just one uncle on each side of the family who returned. My fathers sister Sarah and her three children perished. As did daddys sister Anna and brother Alexander. I am named after Sarahs daughter Judit, who was five years old when she died in Auschwitz. My mothers parents, Isaac and Rosa Lowy, her sister, Adele and Adeles husband Miklos Roth and their two toddlers all perished in the Holocaust.My sister Anne and I were brought up in the family home in Mezocsat.Living with us was Aunty Ilonka (Rosenfeld), not an aunt of my fathers, but a distant relative by marriage. Aged 50, she had survived Auschwitz, her husband, son and daughter had not. My father bumped into her in the nearby town of Miskolc in early 1946 and invited her to join him and his brother Paul in their home. Aunty Ilonka was a refined and cultured lady with infinite patience. My sister and I were beyond fortunate to have her loving care.From what Anne and I were to hear as we grew up, and from the photographs we saw, the 3rd December 1946, my parents wedding day, was a day of great rejoicing in what remained of the local community. The music and dancing continued until dawn. The triumph of Life.8'