Rose Martin

Rose was born in Italy and immigrated to Brooklyn, New York, after growing up in a refugee camp in Italy.

Rose Martin tells the story of her parents, who met in a WWII prison camp and later married. She recounts their experiences during the war. Rose also tells about her experiences growing up as a refugee and its impact on her life.

Father’s Military Experience in Poland

When the Germans invaded Poland, my father had been inducted into the army. And this is a funny story: they tried to draft him a number of times, and every time he would come up before the draft board, he would lose a tremendous amount of weight and they wouldn’t take him because he was underweight. [laughter] That was his strategy. But the Poles obviously had a sense of foreboding about what’s gonna happen, and even though he was underweight, they took him into the army. So he was posted on the Hungarian border when the war broke out. I’m not sure of the timeline exactly, but once the Germans invaded Poland and he saw that it was a lost cause, he actually deserted the Polish army and went into Hungary.

Life in an Italian Prison Camp

Luckily for my parents, because the Italians were not very rigorous or severe [laughs]—they rounded up families, so they had a number of families in the prison—they didn’t keep it locked during the day. The Jews were free to leave and go about their business. And actually, the aunt who was a pediatrician, she practiced her medicine in the town. So she was still working and delivering babies.

CSK: So the families were kept together?

The families were kept together, yes. But during the day, they didn’t let the children out. They kept the children in the prison because they knew they wouldn’t be abandoned, so that people would come back. And besides, they really had no place else to go. So they lived in the prison, but not really as prisoners. You know, it was one of those strange, “You are and you aren’t.”

The Kindness of Strangers in Albania

They were taken to a small town in Albania, and I have a picture of my mother and her sisters in this village where they were. The Albanians were very religious orthodox Muslims, all of them. And if you’re a Muslim, what you believe is anyone who comes to you comes from Allah, and whatever you have, you share with them. They are your guest and you treat them with great respect and dignity.

CSK: These were the Albanians?
Yes, the Albanian Muslims. And so the people where my mother and father were staying were incredibly poor—they were peasants, you know. But they were incredibly generous, and it was because of that generosity, really, that my parents survived.

Growing Up in a Displaced Persons Camp

When I was born in Italy, we were living in a community of displaced persons. So the languages I learned and spoke by the time I was three were: Italian, because we were of the place they were living; Serbian, because a lot of the families there were from Yugoslavia; and Yiddish, because there were also a lot of East European families staying there. So I spoke three languages by the time I was three and a half. And then we came to New York, and it was effectively as if I was mute. I was actually, according to my parents, very outgoing, friendly, because I knew all of these languages and I had talked to everybody that went by, knew everybody’s names, said hello to everybody. And then coming here, I really did become a different person because I couldn’t communicate. And what was interesting about going back there in 2005 to where I was born, I really felt kind of reunited with the person I had left behind.