The Straczanski Family 
          of Postavy 
          
          by Irene nee Mauber Skibinski
          
          my youngest brother, Boris/ Boruch Mauber, and myself.
          Here is my brief story regarding connection to Postavy/ Postawy. ....I 
          was 5
          years old when the war broke out. I lived in Lyntupy with my family. 
          My
          father was arrested and sent to Wilejka jail, executed on 12/13/1941. 
          I
          have read the stories on the site related to the Wilejka jail. It has 
          been
          painful. It is the closest I have come to find out, or rather guess, 
          the
          torture my father had experienced.
          
          my father, Judel Mauber, at work, he owned timber business.
          
          my brother, Liepke Mauber (shot in front of my mother)
          They crowded us in 3 houses in ghetto. My mother decided to send me 
          to
          Postavy, to my aunt, who was a dressmaker and had more food. I stayed 
          with
          my aunt for a while. My mother had a premonition, decided to hire a 
          farmer
          to bring me back to Lyntupy. Shortly afterwards, the Postavy Ghetto 
          was
          liquidated.
          Then came our turn. My older brother was shot in front of my mother. 
          My
          mother managed to hide in a cellar with me. At night, she escaped. A
          catholic priest took us under his wing and kept us in a cellar for a 
          couple
          of days. My little brother was taken to the execution site. He pretended 
          he
          was dead. After the Germans, or rather Lithuanians left, he asked the 
          local
          people to let him go. They did not....
          My mother and I found ourselves in Svencionys Ghetto. When they were 
          taking
          us to the final destination in horse driven carts, my mother escaped.
          We were in hiding until the end of the war. after the war, my mother 
          and I moved from Lyntupy to Postavy.
          At school, I had a girlfriend, Manya Yakubovsky. One day, she showed 
          me one
          of the mass graves of Jews right in the backyard of her family home.
          Sometimes, I think I still live
          in hiding to a certain degree. I lost my mother to cancer in 1970, in
          Boston.
          My Family from Postavy: 
          
          1. Sonia Straczanski, my cousin. She is also in picture #12 on your 
          site.
          2. Resil Straczanski, my aunt, Sonia's Mother.
          3. Lyowa Straczanski, my cousin, Sonia's brother.
          Right behind him, his father, my uncle. Unfortunately, I do not remember 
          any more names.
          
          On the back of the picture, it says in Polish: To Sonia from Resil, 
          Postavy, the date is 1?/ 18/ 1936