A bookstore, a war and a reunion….

“Be swift as a gazelle and strong as a lion to do the will of God in Heaven.”
(as seen on the ex libris of a book looted by the Nazi’s, a reference to
a line form the Mishnah, the Jewish redaction of oral traditions:
Andres Rydell The Book Thieves)

(the interior of a book store in Padova, Italy (Padua) / Julie Cook / 2007)

Today’s tale began many years ago, when my aunt and I found ourselves wandering
and weaving up and down the snake-like alley streets twisting through the old historic district of Padua, Italy…
better known to the Italians as Padova.

We were actually en route from Milan to Florence and opted to stop over for 3 days
in order to explore this deeply rich historical city.
And it just so happened that during our stay, during this particular mid June,
it was the height of the city’s yearly commemoration of Saint Anthony.

Padua is home to the Basilica Pontificia di Sant’Antonio di Padova, or the Pontifical Basilica of St. Anthony of Padua—a massive and beautiful church built to honor the Portuguese born saint who settled in Italy, making Padua his adopted home.
The building of the basilica was begun Β in 1232, a year following Saint Anthony’s
death, and was finally completed in 1310—with modifications taking place in both
the 14th and 15th centuries.

It was a wonderful experience being a part of such a festive atmosphere, as
thousands of Catholics worldwide flock to this small Northern Italian town for
the June 13th feast day—
The city goes all out to make a colorfully vibrant yet equally respectfully spiritual
time for the thousands of pilgrims and tourists who flock to this city just south of Venice.

There are parades where the various ancient guilds are dressed in period costume as children, nuns, priests, monks and lay people march solemnly through the
narrow ancient streets all carrying flags as residents drape banners from their windows.

Yet Padua is more than just a spiritual hub, it is also very much of an intellectual
hub as it is home to the University of Padua, one of Europe’s oldest universities,
having been founded in 1222.
It is here where Galileo Galilei spent 18 years, of what he has described as being
the happiest years of his life, while he was the head of the Mathematics Department…
teaching, studying, lecturing and writing.

Italy, so rich in history, also happens to have a wonderful history with
paper making as well as bookmaking.
And Padua has its fair share of both fascinating and beautifully rich paper
as well as book shops–shops selling books, antique lithographs and rare prints.

It is said that after Spain, Italy is where paper making actually had its start.
It was most likely introduced to southern Italy by the Arabs who had in turn first
learned the craft from the Chinese.
Arab influence, particularly in architecture, can still be seen in and around the
Veneto region.

So it was during our visit, as we were wandering about one evening following supper,
that we saw the book store I’ve included in today’s post. The store was closed for the night and as we were going to have to be at the train station bright and early the following morning, I knew I would only get to visit this store by pressing my nose
to the window.

All these many years later, I still think about that store.

It had a wealth of what I surmised to be rare antique and ancient books.
Books, despite the language barrier, beckoned for my further investigation.
I would have easily considered giving up my train ticket to Florence just to be able
to wander in, dig and explore….
but it would take years for me to actually understand the draw as to what I would
be digging and looking for….
And as Life so often has her way, time has simply afforded for my wistful musing of
what might have been.

Having finally finished reading The Book Thieves by Anders Rydell,
the image of that book store in Padua has drawn me back time and time again
as I made my way through Rydell’s book. There is a very strong pull to go back
to look, to seek and to wonder.

There are not words nor adjectives enough for me to do justice to the meticulous story
Rydell lays out as he recounts the Nazi’s scrupulous, maniacal and highly
calculated quest to en masse the books of the all of Europe and Russia with
a keen penchant for those of the Jews.
Not only did they attempt to eradicate an entire race of people, they wanted
to hold, own and control the entire literary word of man—
particularly that of religion, science and history.
As they saw themselves as the new keepers of the history of humankind.

Millions and millions of books, both precious and random were taken…as myriads
are now lost or destroyed for all of time.

The Nazis had a detailed system for categorizing the stolen books.
And many of the books that are now scattered across the globe…
be they in large University libraries or small college collections,
to the random bookshop or second hand store—
many of those books still bare the labels of the Nazi’s numerical filing system.

The long arduous journey of Rydell’s very sad, horrific and overwhelming tale ends
in England with his actually reuniting a granddaughter, Christine Ellse, with a lone
little random book that had belonged to her grandfather–
a man she had never known personally but knew he had died in Auschwitz.
There were never any photographs, no sounds, no memories of a the man
this now grown woman so longed to know.

“Although I’m a Christian I have always felt very Jewish.
I’ve never been able to talk about the Holocaust without crying.
I feel so connected to all of this,” says Ellse,
opening the book and turning the pages for a while before she goes on.

“I’m very grateful for this book, because…I know my English grandparents
on my mother’s side.
They lived and then they died.
It was normal, not having any grandparents on your father’s side.
Many people didn’t, but there was something abnormal about this.
I didn’t even have a photograph of them.
There was a hole there, an emotional vacuum, if you see what I mean.
There was always something hanging midair, something unexpressed,”
Ellse says, squeezing the book.

“You know, my father never spoke about this.
About the past, the war.
But my aunt talked about it endlessly, all the time.
She was the eldest of the siblings, so she was also the most ‘German’ of them.
She coped with it by talking;
my father coped with it by staying silent about it.
I knew already when I was small that something horrible had happened.
I knew my grandparents had died in the war.
Then I found out they’d been gassed, but when you’re a child you don’t
know what that means.
It’s just a story—you don’t understand it.
Then I learned they’d died at Auschwitz. Only after I grew up did I begin to understand and get a grip on it.
It was very difficult when I found out they’d been murdered just ten days
before the gas chambers were shut down.
It was agonizing.
I imagine myself sitting on that train, experiencing the cold and the hunger.
And then straight into the gas chambers.
I’ve never able to get over it.”

Historian Patricia Kennedy Grimstead, a woman with a mission to see that war plunder is eventually reunited with families, notes that “millions of trophy books–although no one can say how many there are—will remain as ‘prisoners of war,”
Today, in Russia, there is no willingness to return books to the countries or families
that were plundered. But we still have to know what books are still represented there
from Europe’s cultural inheritance, a monument to the libraries that were destroyed
and scattered as a consequence of the most terrible war in human history.”

And so my mind wanders now back to that bookstore in Padua—
what book, if any, was there that had once been someone’s personal book
before madness took it away…
a book I now wish I could have found, in order to have brought it back home
to its rightful family.

The Lord will afflict you with madness, blindness and confusion of mind.
At midday you will grope about like a blind person in the dark.
You will be unsuccessful in everything you do;
day after day you will be oppressed and robbed, with no one to rescue you….

All these curses will come on you.
They will pursue you and overtake you until you are destroyed,
because you did not obey the Lord your God and observe the commands
and decrees he gave you.
They will be a sign and a wonder to you and your descendants forever.
Because you did not serve the Lord your God joyfully and gladly
in the time of prosperity, therefore in hunger and thirst,
in nakedness and dire poverty,
you will serve the enemies the Lord sends against you.
He will put an iron yoke on your neck until he has destroyed you.

Deuteronomy 28:28-29, 45-48

13 comments on “A bookstore, a war and a reunion….

  1. Lynda says:

    Such sadness for so many people! It can be overwhelming to consider the evil that is committed in our world. Let us dwell on Jesus, the Light of the world and follow him in all that we do and say. Blessings.

  2. Tricia says:

    I so want to go to the places you talk about so descriptively in your posts Julie, now to add Padua to the list!

    It can be so difficult to fathom evil, especially when it occurs so distant from our own lives. And yet something about the Nazi book confiscations rings true today. Not physically the same act, but this madness of erasing uncomfortable parts of history and human nature, of twisting truth by making good seem bad and bad seem good and making us hesitant to say certain things, this all rings very evil to me and I bet to you as well.

    Thanks for another great post. I trust you have your own 24k hammer lighting your path…;)

    • Thanks Tricia—I’m just honored to be the one who carries your hammer from time to time πŸ™‚
      When Martha and I use to go on our trips, we always moved about by train as Europe has such a great transit system…and in so doing I would try and cram in as much as possible between stops so we could make the most of the adventure—I didn’t want to include Venice because I had been, she had not but the idea of throngs of people was enough for her to veto Venice—so I opted on Padua—it has so many treasures—art, historic, educational, culinary and of course spiritual—when planing the trip I didn’t realize the feast day would be taking place then—so it was an added boon….

      After reading this book The Book Thieves, I don’t think I had any idea of the things—those personal items, that the Nazi’s took besides lives and artwork. The art work is well known but the books and the sheer numbers of such and the reasons were / are overwhelming.
      There is still so many “treasures” that have yet to be sorted or returned as countries now see themselves more as savior and or gauridan and the idea that possession is 9/10th the law seems to prevail—but there are millions of books and thousands of personal belongings still waiting to find their way “home” as it were—not to the owners—those long gone—but to the families who long for a “piece” of who is missing from their lives—this book and tale has helped to put that into perspective. We’ve only thought that this horrible was and atrocity to mankind was behind us—75 years on so obviously forgotten mostly and ancient history to a new and upcoming generation—but it is not—not by a long shot—and the fact that the similarities of then are resurfacing now is a keen reason to continue beating what we considered a dead horse—because if we aren’t careful, history has a sinister way of repeating itself—you and I know this Tricia—hence the need of the golden hammers πŸ™‚

  3. oneta hayes says:

    Your posts about the confiscation of books has opened a new door for me. I find it interesting to see what has been written in old books. I love to romanticize about the previous owners but I had never thought of the history that might be revealed in that way.

  4. I love your thoughts about finding the owners of the books… And Italy? Well, it’s one of my favorite places in the world! ❀️

    • thank you Lynn—the book was pretty amazing as well as overwhelming–that there is still so much out there that need to be ‘returned’—and yes Bella Italia—I want to so go back but now without my aunt, my traveling partner—I don’t see it happening….as Gregory is not one to “leave the country” and couldn’t begin to think about such a trip until he reties and sells the business—hence why my aunt and I went everywhere together—-I’m just thank of the places we did get to visit!

      • Oh, I hope that once he retires that you will be able to travel a lot! πŸ™‚ ❀

      • if I can just get him to cross “the pond!”
        He spent a year on America Somoa when he first finished his degree in watchmaking running the Bulova plant there—he said if he ever got home, he’d never leave again—I’ve gotten him to Canada and that’s it.

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