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Naftali's mother's mother, Baila Pacher, died during a typhus epidemic in her hometown. She was a member of the women's chevra kadisha, the volunteer organization charged with preparing women for burial. Everyone knew that people who died of typhus were contagious and therefore, it was hard to find volunteers to prepare them for burial. Baila took the risk and succumbed to the disease.
The Laks family had a cat in order to keep down the mouse population. One day, the cat gave birth to a bunch of kittens. Naftali's mother put the kittens in a sack with a stone and told Naftali to throw the sack into the river to drown them. Naftali could not bear to kill the kittens. Despite his shyness, he went from one house to another until he found a home for each kitten.
Rivka had cooked a goose and left it in pot outdoors to cool. Two gypsies ran off with the pot. Rivka was very unhappy, not so much about losing the goose as about losing the pot. Naftali rashly pursued the thieves. At some point, one gypsy asked the other to pass the knife over. Naftali assumed they were bluffing. He was able to catch up and grab the pot, returning it triumphantly to his very grateful mother. Naftali saw this incident as a rare occasion that he was able to show his value to his family.
Naftali, as a very old man, was telling us during a physical therapy session how you have to make sure to breathe and to keep your eyes open, even when you're excited. The consequences of closing your eyes is that you can get carried away and not know what you are doing. And he cited this example.
One day, Naftali went to fill a pail at the pump on the street near his house. A Polish boy came over and started bothering him. Naftali hit him on the face and knocked out one or two teeth. The boy and his father were very upset and could have taken revenge. Fortunately, the Germans arrested the father and sent the son away to work before they could harm him.
Naftali's aunt Miriam lived close by. Her husband, Avraham, was blind. Every Friday, Miriam needed to be away on business to support the family. Naftali was given the job of helping his uncle, lighting the fire and cleaning the chamber pot, a job which he hated. They offered him candy but he was too bashful to accept. Uncle Avraham told Naftali that when he goes into the Next World, he will make sure to do him a favor one day. This promise helped sustain during the difficult times during the War. Moreover, when Naftali would repeat the story, he would tell us that he had many cousins on both sides named Naftali, since both grandparents had the name. He was the only Naftali who survived, even though he was not the strongest.
Perl was the wife of Naftali's Uncle Chaim Sholom. They lived together in Zmigrod. Perl was a mighty woman with a very strong personality. When she was ready to give birth, she would down a cup of coffee and go to her room to have the baby. She whitewashed her ceiling by standing on a table with a paintbrush. People were afraid of her sharp tongue. Nevertheless, she took good care of her husband who was on the sickly side.
Naftali told us that there was a mentally disabled young man who would wander Zmigrod aimlessly. Everyone was afraid of him and would flee when he approached. However, when he came to Aunt Perl's house, she kindly gave him a meal.
Chaim Sholom's children emigrated to the United States. They would send money, American dollars, to their parents. Naftali's sister Manya was a favorite of Aunt Perl and she gave her a few hundred dollars before Zmigrod was liquidated. This money was invaluable to save Manya and her sisters when they fled Zmigrod.
We were sitting around our Shabbos table eating lunch in the later years of Naftali's life. Naftali stood up and said, "It is 90 years since the lehrer beat me because I couldn't say properly the first Rashi in Parshas Emor, "Emor el HaKohanim". The Melamed had decided that Naftali was supposed to learn this piece of text by heart and punished him for not getting it right. Naftali never forgot the incident.