A new symphony to reflect the day of Kristallnacht will be performed November 17th, 2015 by the Bay Atlantic Symphony in New Jersy.
Until then, read past Press and Reviews:
In Nazi Germany, a Life-Saving Education by Heidi Landecker
Gross Breesen – a story without borders by Frank Rizzo
Exhibit details about a farm that helped Jews by Jeff E. Schaprio
A second generation by Dr. René Bendit
Exhibit at the Virginia Holocaust Museum by Greg Hershey
Bronx High School of Science by Sophia Sapozhnikov
The Chronicle Of Higher Education Review
In Nazi Germany, a Life-Saving Education
By Heidi Landecker
January 3, 2010
View original publication here.
Steve Strauss, a photographer in New York, created a multimedia exhibit about Gross Breesen, a farm school in Nazi Germany.
New Brunswick, N.J.
There are lots of Holocaust stories; this one is my father's, as told through a multimedia exhibit at the New Jersey Museum of Agriculture, through January, here on Rutgers University's main campus.
We saw the exhibit, "Learning Seeds," when it opened at the Virginia Holocaust Museum, in Richmond, two years ago. When I heard it would be at Rutgers, taking my father to see it again seemed a no-brainer. Dad is 91 and a dialysis patient in upstate New York, but he has always liked a road trip. He thought the New Jersey location might attract other alumni of Gross Breesen, the farm school in Germany that from 1936 until the Nazis took it over, in 1941, provided an education-and for some, a means of escape-for about 130 young Jews.
The exhibit centers on some 60 photographs from my father's Gross Breesen album, and includes a video of elderly survivors talking about the school. Named for a nearby village in German Silesia, it was an emigration-training school and a haven from the terror enveloping Germany. The surviving Breeseners are now old, but the school changed their lives, and many of them have gathered annually since 1984, when Dad held the first Gross Breesen reunion, in Utica, N.Y. Some of them joked then, and still do, that the first Gross Breesen reunion was in Buchenwald. But I am getting ahead of my father's story.
I was also curious about the venue, private, nonprofit agricultural museum in New Jersey? In my experience, the state was a highway between New York and Pennsylvania. A campus I imagined as thousands of square feet of asphalt and concrete seemed an unlikely place for so agrarian a repository.
So when the three of us-George, my father; Heller, my sister; and I-arrived early to tour the museum, we were charmed. The collection includes artifacts not only from New Jersey's agricultural heritage but from ours.
Rutgers, of course, is a land-grant college, not urban at all, but open and green, with giant maples, horse barns, sheep, and gardens of native plants and organic vegetables. Among the museum's cranberry reels, cradle butter churns, a McCormick-Deering hay mower circa 1925, and 11 iron plows, we found relics from our own dairy farm. Here were Dad's DeLaval milking machines, with which he milked 60 Holsteins twice a day (I had to wash five of the damn contraptions regularly). Here, attached to a stanchion like those in our cow barn, was the water bucket a cow could fill by pushing a lever with her nose (unless my sister and I ran down the manger, filling them first). And here was the Ford-Ferguson 9N tractor with the three-point hitch that revolutionized farming. (Harry Ferguson would sue Henry Ford over that hitch, losing the exclusive right to manufacture it but getting $9-million.)
Walking is no longer my father's strong suit, but he toured the museum, using his cane, telling us stories about farm equipment. He bought a 1939 model 9N tractor for $1,300 in 1946, when he started farming near Utica, "with a plow and a set of chains, which you needed for the snow." Farmers still use those old tractors, he says, and they can cost $3,000.
Nowadays people who want to run family farms, and there are more of them than you think, study agricultural science or animal husbandry at colleges like Rutgers. My father studied those subjects, too, although not in a classroom and under dire circumstances.
"Learning Seeds" tells how, in the winter of 1935-36, recognizing that a generation of Jewish college-age students was adrift, and that rich countries like the United States would not take them, the National Representative Agency for Jews in Germany (Reichsvertretung der Juden in Deuschland, henceforth the Reichsvertretung), set up schools to train Jewish teenagers to be farmers. It was a strategy to eventually get them visas to countries that wanted people with agricultural skills. Some schools were Zionist; Breesen was not.
My father turned 17 on October 1, 1935, just after the Nuremberg laws changed his life: He couldn't go to school or play soccer on the team he had captained. He wanted to be a teacher, but now college was out of the question. My grandfather, who earned an Iron Cross fighting for Germany in World War I, lost his government appointment to haul goods from the railway station to the merchants in Nordenburg, their Baltic town. The family, with four younger children, was forced to move.
Dad doesn't talk much about that time. One thing I have heard him say is that after Hitler became chancellor, in 1933, even tiny Nordenburg saw an aggressive brandishing of swastikas. "Somehow," he says, "I have never been a big fan of flag displays, ever since."
Through relatives, my father landed a factory job, and a room, in Königsburg (today Kaliningrad, in Russia), the capital of East Prussia. When he had 5 pfennigs, he would buy a "one-day meal," a big bowl of stew, and take the streetcar to the Jewish youth club, where he swam and played soccer. It was through the youth group that he was selected to go to the farm school, six hours away by train through the Polish Corridor.
To this day he doesn't know why he was picked. Jews, only about 1 percent of the German population, lived mostly in cities. Breesen, directed by Curt Bondy, a psychologist and educator, was largely for the children of urban doctors and lawyers. My father, whose father owned a team of horses and whose grandparents milked two cows, was an agricultural expert by comparison.
And it was not until he started attending the reunions, 50 years later, that Dad learned that other students had paid tuition, while he had not. Talk about college access. Ernst Cramer, one of the instructor-trainees at the school, who at age 96 is still chairman of the Axel Springer Foundation, in Berlin, e-mailed that "it was Bondy's conviction (accepted by the Jewish authorities) that parents who could afford it, should pay, and others should be admitted without paying anything. Money played no role in who was accepted and who was turned down." Here was need-blind admissions that saved lives.
City kids or not, the members of the Class of 1938 found the vocational school unlike any educational institution they had ever known. Housed in a former nobleman's castle, Gross Breesen included 567 acres of fields and woodland, with dairy cows, several teams of horses and oxen, chickens, and even pigs. The animals had to be fed with crops grown on the land; all the people had to be fed and their clothes laundered. Students provided the labor, guided by several live-in teachers and farm managers; the latter were not Jewish, a precarious situation overlooked by the Nazis for a time.
The plan was to get visas to Brazil, so the Breeseners studied growing coffee, and by experience learned other skills they would need to farm anywhere-milking cows, shoeing horses, carpentry, cutting hay.
Bondy, who knew little about farming, also demanded a broader curriculum. He based it on three "pillars" of culture: agrarian, German, and Jewish. The students tilled the soil, dug potatoes, or shoveled manure in the daytime, but in they evening they studied English and Portuguese, read poetry, played in or listened to a string ensemble performing Mozart, and heard lectures by a visiting philosopher, Martin Buber.
The charismatic Bondy came from a family of progressive educators who believed that certain students could learn at an advanced pace in an environment that combined nature, rigorous study, and friendship among teachers and students. A "fourth pillar," Bondy's lectures about Lebenskunden, or "guiding principles for life," had themes like "self awareness" and "moral character." They were designed to teach the future settlers the tolerance and generosity they would need to thrive in countries far from home.
Judged by what we now call learning outcomes, the school was a big success. The Breeseners became agronomists, physicists, businessmen, farmers, artists, economists, social workers. In the video that is part of "Learning Seeds," they talk about their unusual lessons. Bondy "taught me to live conscientiously, to be sure to think about how everything I do will affect other people," recalls Kenneth Herman, who became a farmer,
"My father was a lawyer, and he was against my going to Gross Breesen," says Carola Rosenthal Domar, who became a social worker. "'No child of mine will become a peasant!'" But then the Gestapo raided her home and, holding a pistol to the 14-year-old Carola's head, arrested her father and sent him to Buchenwald. "When he came out of the camp," she remembers, "his first words were, 'I'm so proud that you are a Gross Breesener,' because this group at the camp had helped others and was very much respected."
On November 10, 1938, the pogrom that came to be called Kristallnacht destroyed Jewish-owned businesses and rounded up Jews for imprisonment. When it reached Gross Breesen, the Gestapo ransacked the castle, took an ax to the grand piano, and arrested all the males over age 18. My father, by then an intern on a farm in Bavaria, was arrested, too.
Fortunately for him, the Nazis transported prisoners from all over Germany to Buchenwald, where he met the Breeseners. Bondy's ties to the Reichsvertretung meant that people began working frantically to get them visas, because at that time the Nazis freed those who could prove they would leave in 30 days. For my father, meeting the other student-farmers served a practical purpose: "I was arrested on the street, with nothing," he says. "The Breeseners brought blankets. It was November in Germany, and it was cold."
My father's only other story about Buchenwald, of Jewish prisoners climbing over one another to see a fellow prisoner hanged for trying to escape, paints neither Nazi nor Jew in the best light. "Good and bad people are everywhere," Dad likes to say.
The Brazil plan had collapsed, but a former Breesener who was in the Netherlands got visas for the student-farmers to join him. They were released in January; my father and four others went to a refugee camp in the Netherlands.
After a year, Dad and about 15 more Breeseners became eligible for entry under the U.S. quota for German immigrants: A wealthy benefactor had purchased a farm in southern Virginia and, envisioning an agrarian refugee settlement, gave each of them a share. It was 1940, they were landowners, and America would let them in.
In a year, the settlement would fold. Some of the refugees, my father included, would speed their American citizenship by enlisting in the U.S. Army, returning to Germany as American soldiers. My grandparents and three of their children would escape to Chile, but without my uncle Herbert, who disappeared, or my father's maternal grandparents, who would die in Theresienstadt. Although a majority of the original Breeseners got out of Germany, the Nazis would turn Gross Breesen into a labor camp; most of the Class of 1943 would be sent to Auschwitz.
That Gross Breesen's story came to be told through "Learning Seeds" is the legacy of several farm-school students with a good eye and a good German camera, and the artistic sensibility of Steve Strauss, a photographer in New York City.
In 2000, Strauss heard about the Gross Breesen reunions. He attended one and saw my father's 5-by-8-inch album of photographs of the castle-farm, dated 1936, its tiny images not much bigger than contact prints.
Oddly, it was not the photos of the boys on their wide-tire bicycles, or the women scything grain and loading hay, or the historic Junker's castle that spoke to Strauss.
It was one photograph, which shows sunlight streaming through the window of a barn onto a pile of grain. "Somehow that image was so uplifting," says the photographer, whose Jewish family has deep urban roots. "It was a story that went beyond survival." Grant applications and proposals were written and submitted to Jewish agencies, and turned down. He was about to give up when Ray Miller, my uncle on my mother's side, read the proposal and gave Strauss $25,000. With contributions from other Breeseners, he hired a videographer and went to work.
The way it turned out, my father didn't really see much of the exhibit at Rutgers, although he was glad he went to the opening. After Strauss introduced him and Hans-Georg Hirsch, the only other Breesener who attended, and showed the video, Dad was besieged by museumgoers. (It probably didn't hurt that whenever this young, handsome fellow with a head of thick brown hair came on the screen, my largely bald father said, "That's me.") He has always been a sociable guy, so he talked with people, including three children of Breeseners, one grandchild, and even a fourth-generation Breesener, age 4. He did see that Strauss and his wife, Jane C. Felber-Strauss, had painstakingly mounted testimonies from many of the Breeseners from the circular letters, or updates, that they shared after the war, from Brazil, Australia, Europe, and America. Those Rundbriefen, spurred by Bondy but carried on after he died, in 1972, tell the remarkable stories of their lives.
Later, I asked my father what all those people who had gathered around him wanted to know. "Things like, 'What was it like in Buchenwald?,'" he said. "'Why didn't the Nazis kill you instead of letting you go free?'" Indeed, I had stepped out of the room once and heard a man talking on a cellphone: "You don't understand," he was saying. "I was talking to him … an actual Holocaust survivor!"
Dad answered them, of course: "I wasn't beaten but I heard people being beaten. I wasn't shot, but I heard people being shot." But "Holocaust survivor" was not the person he became, and I find it odd to think of him that way.
Most of the people in our farming community, near Utica, don't think of him that way, either. They know him as a dairy farmer whose herd averaged 20,000 pounds of milk annually. Unless you ask him, he doesn't tell you where he came from, and if you do, he will say he was a German Jewish refugee.
As he got older, though, telling his story became more important. Once, when I had kids of my own, we ran into some friends at a restaurant with their 18-year-old son, a few nights before the young man was to leave for Stanford University. Dad was visiting, and the conversation turned to what Josh would take with him and what he would study. As we were preparing to leave, Dad said, matter-of-factly, "Well, Josh is getting ready to go to college. When I was that age, I went to Buchenwald."
That is the point of the exhibit at Rutgers, at least for me. It wasn't college, but compared with the other experiences of this group of long-ago 18-year-olds, Gross Breesen was an education, and its lessons are ones that any group without hope or promise can aspire to, even today.
"Gross Breesen," my father says, was about "being taught that you are worth something and you can accomplish something, and that you were not the despised and degenerate youth" that Hitler said you were. "We were people without a country all of a sudden. … We were Germans and had a German education, and a German upbringing, and all of a sudden we were told, You are not Germans but a degenerate people, and you are the cause of all the evils that exist anywhere in the world.
"And Bondy told us, you have a value, and you can accomplish something, and you can become farmers or you can become carpenters. You can do something, he gave us back our self-esteem. … That was our education. Being able to learn things that were worthwhile doing. If that's higher education or not, I don't know. I guess it is."
Gross Breesen – a story without borders
by Frank Rizzo for the Sullivan County Democrat
Amidst the somber, heavy and even tragic exhibits and images at the Virginia Holocaust Museum, the story of Gross Breesen provides a dash of hope and relief from unrelenting despair.
“This is a positive story coming out of a dark period of history,” asserts Steve Strauss of Fremont, whose eight year effort to create a lasting audio-visual record of the Nazi-era Jewish farm (read more) culminated in the exhibit, which runs through October 10.
After growing up on Long Island, Strauss fashioned a commercial photography career in New York City. For many years he was the staff photographer on “60 Minutes,” creating the thematic photographic images behind the anchors as they introduced their segments.
Wearing of city life, Strauss and wife Jane finally made the move to Sullivan County full time eight years ago. In 1986, they had bought a “property with views” in Fremont just over the Delaware township line.
Strauss was not unfamiliar with the area – “My parents met at a resort in Livingston Manor,” he said, then joshed, “I might have even been conceived up here!”
At the 40th reunion of his Lawrence HS class, Strauss learned about Gross Breesen from fellow grad Sharon Seiden, who had written about one of the farm alumni, George Landecker.
In 2000 he attended his first reunion of the “Gross Breeseners,” held at the old Raleigh Hotel in South Fallsburg.
It was there that he met Landecker, a dairy farmer from the upstate village of Barneveld, who was to inspire his quest.
Landecker brought out a 4x6 photo album and Strauss’s photographic eye was struck by images of a long gone past, especially a photo of a ray of sunlight hitting a mound of wheat in a barn.
Drawn by the aesthetics and the human interest, Strauss immediately thought, “This is a mixedmedia exhibition.”
He got additional encouragement from the late Esterita ‘Cissy’ Blumberg, a chronicler of the county’s “Golden Age” resort era, who was at the reunion. When she heard the story of Gross Breesen, she declared that it ought to be part of every high school library.
Over much of the succeeding decade, Strauss pored over letters, communicated with the shrinking number of alumni (now less than 20 survivors, he reckons) and collected photographs – which he had blown up into gallery-sized prints.
The project director then found a venue, at the Virginia Holocaust Museum. He is in contact with other potential exhibit sites.
“My intention is to do what Cissy suggested, that this story should be in every high school library,” Strauss said. “It’s a way to educate future generations on how to conduct their lives.”
One of the things that most impressed Strauss as he learned more about the subject was how the farm shaped its alumni’s future.
“They were a group of overachievers,” Strauss reflected. “Why? Because of the work ethic and the moral code they were instilled with.”
Strauss hopes to have the multimedia exhibit, which he calls a work in progress, travel around the country and even overseas.
This week, a DVD which captures the elements of the exhibition will be shown at the LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts in Manhattan.
Strauss’ aims for his project are both modest and ambitious.
“If one person can change their view that the Holocaust never happened, then I have accomplished something,” Strauss said.
He added, “This is a story that has no borders,” he said. “It needs to be in more venues.”
The story of Gross Breesen - in brief
From the time that Adolf Hitler assumed power in in Germany in 1933, Jews became increasingly oppressed and sought to emigrate.
German Jewish leaders determined that learning farming and other vocations would be the best avenue for Jewish youth to emigrate, as quotas were tight in many counties.
Thus the creation of Gross Breesen, a 567-acre farm on the German-Polish border which operated for several years.
Under the direction of Dr. Curt Bondy, an acclaimed educator and psychologist, Gross Breeseners spent long days in the field learning farming, carpentry and other valuable skills.
Complementing this agricultural training was a rich philosophical curriculum, imparting lessons in Jewish culture as well as German heritage.
More than 150 students from Gross Breesen emigrated to various parts of the world.
The survivors, all in their 80s and 90s, maintain a sense of pride at being Gross Breeseners. Dr. Bondy and his teachings get high praise for having provided them with the practical knowledge and spiritual strength to survive and strive.
The opening of ‘Gross Breesen the exhibit,’ under Steve Strauss’ direction last month at the Virginia Holocaust Museum, might well be the last time that the farm alumni will get together. Three managed to make it.
Monday, Aug 11, 2008
Exhibit details about a farm that helped Jews
by Jeff E. Schaprio
TIMES-DISPATCH STAFF WRITER
In fleeing the Nazis, George Landecker veered through the tobacco belt
of Southside Virginia. But his flight to freedom began at a farm near
the Germany-Poland border.
Landecker, approaching his 90th birthday, was among 130 people who in
the late 1930s spent part of their teenage years at Gross Breesen, a
Jewish-run agricultural-training center.
At Gross Breesen -- the subject of a Virginia Holocaust Museum exhibit
that opened yesterday and will run for two months -- Landecker and the
others learned the skills that might make it easier to escape the doom
enshrouding Europe and resettle, in safety, in the United States and
"The group is getting smaller," said Landecker, who inspired the exhibit
by Steve Strauss, a New York photographer-videographer. "We are all in
our 80s and 90s."
Now a retired dairyman from Barneveld, N.Y., north of Utica, Landecker
was among three Gross Breesen alumni at yesterday's opening in Richmond.
Landecker, his thick hands resting on the hilt of his black cane,
recalled in the guttural accent of his native East Prussia his
After Gross Breesen, Landecker was briefly held at the Buchenwald
concentration camp. From there, Landecker went to Holland and, next,
Hyde Park Farm in Nottoway County, owned by retailer William B.
Thalhimer and his cousin Morton G. Thalhimer Sr., a real estate investor.
The Thalhimers envisioned Hyde Park Farm as a refuge for imperiled
European Jews. To make it easier for the immigrants to qualify for U.S.
residence, the Thalhimers gave them shares in the 1,000-acre farm, where
they grew tobacco and raised poultry and dairy cows.
But it was at Gross Breesen that the Jews mastered the tasks that would
shape their fate.
Strauss learned of Gross Breesen from a high school classmate in
Lawrence, N.Y., the Long Island town in which he grew up. Many of the
Gross Breesen teens went on, Strauss said, to "become overachievers
because of the work ethic" instilled by Gross Breesen's director,
psychologist Curt Bondy.
Bondy, who had worked with prisoners, survived World War II as a
professor at Richmond Professional Institute, antecedent to Virginia
Commonwealth University. Bondy, who returned to Germany after the war,
was a demanding, charismatic man.
Or as Anne Strauss, a former Gross Breesen resident who is not related
to the documentarian, says on the exhibit video: "a personality you
could like and hate at the same time."
Those who emerged from Gross Breesen included artists, authors,
foundation executives -- and, in Landecker's case, the head of a
200-acre dairy farm. They learned agriculture, Jewish and German
culture, and, according to the exhibit video, the importance of "knowing
life, knowing people."
Contact Jeff E. Schapiro at (804) 649-6814 or
This letter is from a second generation GB
Hallo, Steve, hello to all of your organizers of this Exhibition, Congratulations for your extraordinary , maintaining the memory of what Groß Breesen meant to many young people trying to start a new life and to survive holocaust. Some 70 years after the end of Second World War and the crush down of Nazi Germany, again we observe in this country and in several others in Europe, tendencies to discriminate minorities e.g. Jews, Sintis, Roma, Refugees from Africa, etc... This must be stopped by good arguments but also by action. So, this exhibition can be also seen as an important contribution to the permanent fight against forgetting what happened and against ideological fanatism, anti-Semitism and fundamentalism.
Dr. René Bendit
A Survival Story
A new exhibit at the Virginia Holocaust Museum.
Friday, August 22, 2008
There aren't many Holocaust stories that feature the state of Virginia, let alone our hometown. But the story of Gross Breesen is one such story.
In 1930s Germany, Dr. Curt Bondy, a protégé of the Jewish educator and philosopher Martin Buber, felt the winds of change blowing in Germany.
As an antidote to increasing Nazi oppression, he established a training farm on the German-Poland border for Jewish youth to teach them agricultural skills that could be of use when they emigrated.
In addition to farm work, the students studied Jewish history and culture, and Bondy inculcated in them a sense of social responsibility and a need to give back to the community. In short, Bondy was a mentor and father figure to many of the youth at Gross Breesen.
This kind of social experiment was, of course, not tolerated for long by the Nazis. They eventually took over the farm. On the infamous night that became known as Kristallnacht, Gross Breesen became a jail, and the Jewish youth became prisoners in their former refuge.
Those 18-years-old and up were sent to Buchenwald; those younger than 18 were imprisoned in barns on the property.
Meanwhile, in 1938, Richmond businessman William B. Thalhimer and his cousin, Morton, purchased the Hyde Farmland in Burkeville, Virginia, as a haven for Jewish émigrés.
There were several difficulties with this plan, not the least of which were the immigration quotas on Eastern Europeans, and Jews in particular. These quotas were relaxed toward the end of the 1930s, but there were never enough spaces for all who wanted to flee Germany.
To get around this, the Thalhimers devised a novel solution. They gave shares of ownership of the Hyde Farmland to émigrés to ease the strictures of the immigration process.
Thirty six Gross Breeseners eventually made it to Burkeville. The great experiment ended in 1941 when the U.S. entered World War II. The farm was disbanded and the occupants scattered far and wide.
Many ended up volunteering for military service, which, if they survived, would guarantee them U.S. citizenship.
Steve Strauss, a professional photographer in New York for 30 years who has also done work for the "60 Minutes" news program, curated the exhibit. He spent the last seven years preparing the show, talking to Gross Breesen survivors, and collecting photographs and stories.
It all started when he went to his 40th high school reunion. One of his former classmates mentioned a story she had written about one of the Gross Breeseners. But, she told him, there was a lot more of the story to be told.
She convinced Strauss to meet George Landecker, a survivor of Buchenwald and a Gross Breesener. He had published a book of photographs of the farm, based on nearly microscopic 1-inch by 2-inch originals.
These tiny photographs are the same ones, albeit much larger, that you will see at the Virginia Holocaust Museum exhibit called "Learning Seeds." Strauss, through his connections in the photography world, transferred the images to digital archives, and had them blown up without any loss of quality.
Over the years, the Gross Breeseners have kept in touch, corresponding and having reunions about every year. Strauss mentions that there are over 60 years worth of unpublished correspondence between Gross Breeseners, who live in many different parts of the world. So this saga continues even today, though each year there are fewer survivors to tell it.
The full story of Gross Breesen with photographs is on display at the Virginia Holocaust Museum until October 15.
View current and past exhibitions depicting the story of Gross-Breesen, an agricultural training farm for Jewish youth that was established in 1936 on the German/Poland border. The development of Gross-Breesen ultimately became the key to the survival of almost 130 German-Jewish students from the tyranny of Nazi Germany.
Learning agriculture as a trade provided the students with the means to be employable when applying for immigration to countries whose borders were not closed to Jews in the years between 1936 and 1942. The exhibit, titled “Up Close and Personal” offers an inside view in the daily lives of the young men and women who were fortunate enough to find themselves in Gross-Breesen.
In addition to their agricultural training, each student received a balanced education in mathematics, science and the arts.
With great courage and hope, they carried "the Gross-Breesen Spirit" with them as they embarked on their journey to freedom
beyond the borders of their young lives. Armed with a strong work ethic and moral code, these teenagers were also steadfastly linked to their Jewish culture.
About 100 students attended the school at any given time and a total of 240 students passed through the school.
On the night of November 9, the night of Kristallnacht, the Gestapo raided the farm and arrested most of the boys and staff and took them to nearby Buchenwald. Although they were released from the camp and allowed to return to Gross-Breesen, the students quickly sought to secure emigration. Thirty one went to Australia, and others left for what was then Palestine, Kenya, England and Argentina. Thirty seven immigrated to the United States to work on a communal farm in Burkeville, Virgionia established by Jewish businessman William Thalhimer and his cousin, Morton.
Despite the efforts to secure safety for all the students, tragically about half of the Gross-Breesen children perished in the Holocaust.
Serving as the Cape May County Teaching Center for the New Jersey Commission on Holocaust and Genocide Education, the Sam Azeez Museum shares a unique link to Gross-Breesen.
In 1891 and under the auspices of the German Philanthropist Baron Maurice DeHirsch, forty Russian Jewish immigrants arrived in the barren forest of North west Cape May County to establish an agricultural community in what is called Woodbine, New Jersey. The largest and most successful of the Baron DeHirsch colonies, Woodbine became a haven for Jews seeking religious and economic freedoms and was recorded as the first fully Jewish governed community since the fall of the second temple. Woodbine was called "little Jerusalem" and grew to a population of nearly 2000, mostly all Jewish residents.
The eventual demise of the farming theory led to industrialization which provided employment opportunities to other immigrants as well. By the mid 1930's, Woodbine boasted a multi-cultural population comprised of Italians,
Ukranians, African Americans and Hispanic families.
During the same time span that Gross-Breesen was preparing German-Jewish youth to emigrate to life saving lands, Woodbine received 25 German Austrian families who were fleeing the tyranny of the Nazi regime.
After World War II Woodbine opened its arms to about 18 survivor families from concentration camps and displaced person camps in Europe.
Review by Sophia Sapozhnikov
Bronx High School of Science
Dear Mr. Strauss,
Thank you for sending the Gross Breesen DVD. I showed it to my students in the Holocaust Elective class and we discussed what it must have been like to be a Jewish German teenager prior in the 1930s. I was personally moved by how Gross Breesen provided a sanctuary for the teenagers. The footage was beautiful and the short documentary is well done. I also spoke with my supervisor about mounting a small exhibit somewhere, but we haven't been able to reach a conclusion. I am going to speak with one more individual, the librarian, as our new library space has been renovated and perhaps we can do something in the library. I'm also wondering if you know any individuals from Gross Breesen who would be willing to visit Bronx Science and speak about their experiences.