A Great Love Story of a Terrible Time

Posted on September 22, 2021

by Rebecca Frankel

Rebecca Frankel’s Into the Forest explores a little-known chapter of Holocaust history and one family’s inspiring true story of love, escape, and survival in Bialowieza Forest. Read an excerpt below.

In the New York City Clerk’s archive, there are 1,049 lined ledger pages dutifully cataloging Brooklyn’s newlyweds in 1953. Somewhere among the marriage certificate numbers and the columns of dates recorded in looping black scrawl are the names of a couple who said “I do” on a May afternoon in a small catering hall in one of the borough’s Jewish enclaves.

Their wedding was the flashpoint of multiple timelines—an event that determined the course of more than a dozen lives and upon which at least one fated love story hangs. Which is why it’s all the more curious that, at least in this specific sense, the bride and groom are inconsequential. Their role in this story is merely a footnote; even their names have long been forgotten. Far more remarkable is who attended their wedding and the extraordinary thing that occurred between them.

Morris and Miriam Rabinowitz just before leaving Italy in 1948.

Among the newlyweds’ reception guests that day was a young Yeshiva University student named Philip Lazowski. Morning after morning, this dark-haired young man with his compact build and bookish intensity hopped on the subway from Brooklyn and rode it all the way up to Manhattan’s West 185th Street to attend classes, only to make the return trip back to the Flatbush Avenue station so he could take night courses at Brooklyn College. Though he had been in New York for nearly five years, the twenty-three-year-old immigrant with a halting accent hadn’t adjusted to his new life in the United States.

Reluctant to attend this spring wedding of his fellow Yeshiva student, Philip drifted uncomfortably through the crowd of American twentysomethings sashaying around him in their sports jackets and crinoline skirts. When music filled the hall and partygoers rose to join the newlyweds on the dance floor, Philip, ill at ease in his borrowed suit, stayed seated at his table. So did a young woman with raven-swept hair and bright brown eyes occupying the chair next to his. They started talking and discovered they had much in common. Her name was Gloria and she was also taking night courses at Brooklyn College. She was from a small town in Poland, as was Philip. And like him, Gloria had escaped Nazi slaughter by fleeing to the Białowieża Forest to live alongside the partisan fighters in the woods.

When Gloria heard that Philip was from a village called Bilitza, her lovely face lit up. “I know a woman who once saved a boy from Bilitza,” she told him. The woman was the mother of her friend, a girl she’d met in a refugee camp in Italy, who was now living in Connecticut. In fact, she had just been to see them. “Only the woman doesn’t know if the boy survived,” Gloria said.

“How did she save him?” Philip wanted to know.

Gloria told him the story of how her friend’s mother had risked her own life and the safety of her two young daughters to keep the boy from death during the first ghetto massacre in Zhetel.

As he listened, Philip’s heart began to pound—he already knew this story. “That was me,” he told her. “I am that boy.”

A few minutes later, Philip was racing down a flight of stairs to the payphone in the catering hall basement. Excitement buzzed through him as he dialed the operator while the wedding party whirled on above.

The operator’s voice sounded in his ear. After he deposited the correct change for the long-distance call, she asked who he was trying to reach. “Rabinowitz,” he replied. But there were six Rabinowitz residences listed in Hartford. What, she asked, did he want her to do?

Philip felt around inside his pocket—there weren’t enough coins to pay for a second call. He took a deep breath. “Try the first one,” he told her.

The line rang.

A woman answered.

It was her—Miriam Rabinowitz, the woman who had saved him. He’d found her at last.

* * * * *

Weddings are life-affirming rituals with a hopeful view of the future implicit in their ceremonies. But they are also bridges between individuals, families, and formative years. So it is fitting that this serendipitous encounter should have transpired at a wedding.

Philip and Ruth Lazowski at their wedding on December 11, 1955.

Even then, in 1953, nearly a decade after World War II officially came to a close, there were still some people for whom  a Jewish union like this one would be viewed as something of a marvel. The world had just emerged from one of the darkest periods in modern history, collectively having to rebuild on the loss of some sixty million lives. Of the six million European Jews killed in the Holocaust, three million were from Poland. By 1950, only 45,000 of the more than three million Jews counted in Poland in 1933 remained. An even smaller percentage of those who fled to the Belorussian woods survived.

As if fortune needed to signal just how powerful its hand had been in reuniting Philip Lazowski with Miriam Rabinowitz, on May 23, 1953, just one week after that wedding, Gloria Koslowski, the captivating brunette from the Brooklyn reception, was killed by a drunk driver while crossing Pitkin Avenue. Her death in any shape would have been tragic: that an intelligent, vibrant young woman should be robbed of her hard-won existence on a rain-slick street in Brooklyn more than four thousand miles away from where she had outrun the Nazis was a senseless death, devoid of any natural symmetry or justice.

But Gloria’s life would still give way to new life. She would become both the connective thread between two families and the seed from which a third would grow—all because she reunited the boy from Bilitza with the woman who saved him.

There are many stories of love and survival from the Holocaust, stories of extraordinary perseverance and bravery that defy all fathomable depths of human endurance. Many of them have twists of fate, and there are even a few with miraculously happy endings.

They are the great love stories of a terrible time—and this is one of them.


Photo Credit: Pete Kiehart

Rebecca Frankel is the author of New York Times bestselling book, War Dogs: Tales of Canine Heroism, History, and Love. She is former executive editor at Foreign Policy magazine. Her work has appeared in Smithsonian MagazineThe Wall Street Journal, and National Geographic, among others. A Connecticut native, she lives in Washington, DC.

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