A wedding gown that made history
By Helen Zegerman Schwimmer, Special To The Dayton Jewish Observer
Lilly Friedman doesn’t remember the last name of the woman who designed and sewed the wedding gown she wore when she walked down the aisle more than 60 years ago.
But the grandmother of seven does recall that when she first told her fiancé, Ludwig, that she had always dreamed of being married in a white gown, he realized he had his work cut out for him.
For the tall, lanky 21-year- old who had survived hunger, disease and torture, this was a different kind of challenge.
How was he ever going to find such a dress in the Bergen-Belsen Displaced Persons Camp, where they felt grateful for the clothes on their backs?
Fate would intervene in the guise of a former German pilot who walked into the food distribution center where Ludwig worked, eager to make a trade for his worthless parachute.
In exchange for two pounds of coffee beans and a couple of packs of cigarettes, Lilly would have her wedding gown.
For two weeks, Miriam the seamstress worked under the curious eyes of her fellow DPs, carefully fashioning the six parachute panels into a simple, long sleeved gown with a rolled collar and a fitted waist that tied in the back with a bow.
When the dress was completed, she sewed the leftover material into a matching shirt for the groom.
A white wedding gown may have seemed like a frivolous request in the surreal environment of the camps, but for Lilly the dress symbolized the innocent, normal life she and her family had once led before the world descended into madness.
Lilly and her siblings were raised in an observant Jewish home in the small town of Zarica, Czechoslovakia where her father was a melamed, respected and well liked by the young yeshiva students he taught in nearby Irsheva.
He and his two sons were marked for extermination immediately upon arriving at Auschwitz.
For Lilly and her sisters it was only the first stop on their long journey of persecution, which included Plaszow, Neustadt, Gross-Rosen and finally Bergen-Belsen.
Four hundred people marched 15 miles in the snow to the town of Celle on Jan. 27, 1946 to attend Lilly and Ludwig’s wedding. The town synagogue, damaged and desecrated, had been lovingly renovated by the DPs with the meager materials available to them.
When a Torah scroll arrived from England they converted an old kitchen cabinet into a makeshift aron kodesh (holy ark).
“My sisters and I lost everything. Our parents. Our two brothers. Our homes. The most important thing was to build a new home,” Lily recalled.
Six months later, Lilly’s sister, Ilona, wore the dress when she married Max Traeger. After that came cousin Rosie.
How many brides wore Lilly’s dress? “I stopped counting after 17,” she said. With the DP camps experiencing a tremendously high marriage rate, Lilly’s gown was in great demand.
In 1948 when President Harry Truman finally permitted the 100,000 Jews who had been languishing in DP camps since the end of the war to emigrate, the gown accompanied Lilly across the ocean to America. Unable to part with her dress, it lay at the bottom of her bedroom closet for the next 50 years, “not even good enough for a garage sale. I was happy when it found such a good home.”
Home was the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C. When Lily’s niece, a volunteer, told museum officials about her aunt’s dress, they immediately recognized its historical significance and displayed the gown in a specially-designed showcase, guaranteed to preserve it for 500 years.
But Lilly’s dress had one more journey to make. Bergen-Belsen, the museum, opened its doors on Oct. 28, 2007. The German government invited Lilly and her sisters to be their guests for the grand opening. They initially declined but finally traveled to Hanover the following year with their children, their grandchildren and extended families to view the extraordinary exhibit created for the wedding dress made from a parachute.
Lilly’s family, who were all familiar with the stories about the wedding in Celle, were eager to visit the synagogue.
They found the building had been completely renovated and modernized. But when they pulled aside a handsome curtain, they were astounded to find that the aron kodesh, made from a kitchen cabinet, had remained untouched as a testament to the profound faith of the survivors.
As Lilly stood on the bima once again, she beckoned to her granddaughter, Jackie, to stand beside her where she was once a kallah, a bride. “It was an emotional trip. We cried a lot.”
Two weeks later, the woman who had once stood trembling before the selective eyes of the infamous Dr. Josef Mengele returned home and witnessed the marriage of her granddaughter.
The three Lax sisters, Lilly, Ilona and Eva, who together survived Auschwitz, a forced labor camp, a death march and Bergen-Belsen, have remained close and today live within walking distance of each other in Brooklyn.
As teenagers they managed to outwit and outlive a monstrous killing machine, then went on to marry, have children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and were ultimately honored by the country that had earmarked them for extinction.
As young brides, they had stood underneath the chupah and recited the blessings that their ancestors had been saying for thousands of years.
In doing so, they chose to honor the legacy of those who had perished by choosing life.