April 30, 2018
Survivor Portraits – Francine Lazarus
This month we introduce Holocaust survivor Francine Lazarus. Francine was born in 1938 in Ixelles, 2 years before the Nazis invaded Belgium.
Belgium was invaded on 10 May 1940, after horrendous stories of Nazi terror towards Jews in occupied countries had already begun filtering through. In Belgium, the Nazis enforced the registration of Jews. No registration meant no food coupons, but registration meant it was easy to find and arrest Jews.
The round-up of Jews began in earnest in 1942. Francine was 4 when her father left her with strangers on a farm and disappeared. Distraught, frightened, and lonely, Francine cried for days. She was relatively safe and had enough food for some time. But eventually, the farmers were caught by the Gestapo, and Francine returned to Brussels. Walking with her father, hearing the heavy footsteps of boots, they hid in a doorway, Francine enveloped in her father’s big black coat.
Francine moved from safe house to safe house. Her clothes became too small, her shoes too tight. She received clothes from the older children, and passed hers on, although riddled with lice. Francine had to hide in a dark cupboard and remain incredibly still, despite the itch from the louse bites.
Francine’s father was caught and sent on the last convoy from Belgium on 31 July 1944, and was subsequently murdered in Auschwitz. The only remaining tangible memory of her father is his ring that Francine still holds onto.
After liberation, not able or willing to care for her, Francine’s mother sent her to foster care. She was intractable and naughty, and she would often be thrown out. Her needs for love and affection were not met here. Francine only began school when she was 8 years old, and finished before she turned 14. Her mother remarried in 1948, and gave birth to Francine’s half-sister, whom Francine had to care for, at the age of 11.
In 1959, Francine left Belgium, arriving in Sydney, Australia, by ship. Francine describes the vista upon her arrival: “Coming through the Heads, I saw this beautiful place bathed in sunshine. I had found my harbour.”
This coffee set occupied Francine’s time whilst she was in hiding, and became a way for her to imagine that she was entertaining other children and eating imaginary biscuits. Her coffee set is on display in the Sydney Jewish Museum.
To read more from our Survivor Portraits blog series, click here.
To explore the personal stories and anecdotes of Holocaust survivors, click here for our first online exhibition.
To read Francine’s biography, you can purchase a copy of A Hidden Child from Belgium here.
Photograph by Katherine Griffiths.