Kerkstraat 439
Amsterdam
Isaak Gosler was a son of Abraham Gosler and Saartje Gans. He married Frouktje Velleman in Amsterdam on December 13, 1939. She survived the war.
Isaac came from a family of six children, two of whom survived the war. Two other brothers and a sister, t.w. Hartog, Louis and Rosalina died during the Holocaust.
May 4, 2016 by Roderick Veelo:
German boots ran on my staircase. Tree for Tree up. They came to get Isaac. Isaac was alone in the house.
On a cold Wednesday in December, Isaac married Froukje. She came from Groningen and he from Amsterdam. Here work was for him as a worker and a house for both. On the first floor a room and suite, a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and balcony. Their first house. It was 1939. Although they didn't know about it, the German invasion was another five months away. It must have been happy months for the young couple. Only getting pregnant did not work yet.
Barely three years later, Amsterdam was a different world. Since the German occupation, one anti-Jewish measure had been introduced after the other and from 1942 Jewish men had to report for transport to Germany. Those who did not do that and were not in hiding usually received a visit from German and Dutch police officers at night. Nocturnal raids were the order of the day.
Froukje had not been at home for days. She was not far from here with abdominal complaints in the hospital. Isaac was alone. He was stuck in bed when the bell rang. Did he sleep or was he worrying about his sick Froukje? And did the bell rang or was there boned on the front door? He probably walked to the bay window, to be able to see from there who was at the door at this time. It was a seriously bad visit.
And then the door was opened, the raid, the boots up seventeen steps up, access to the house, the intimidation, the order to dress up, the powerless Isaac. Did he still have time for a suitcase and a note to his love? A jacket with us and last the steps down, the door fell close and by the night he was transported to the Dutch theater.
The day after it was tried to get Isaac free. But how do you convince police officers that taking up a mistake should be a mistake if there is no longer any question? Isaac will end up in the Mauthausen extermination camp via Overlangskamp Amersfoort. There he dies on October 1, 1942, only twenty -seven years.
Froukje hears in the hospital that she is not sick, but pregnant. She cannot reach Isaac; He will never hear it. At the beginning of 1943 he sabotaged the Jewish destructors by becoming a posthumous father of a daughter. Mother and daughter live in the house for a while, uncertain about the fate of Isaac. Maybe Froukje hopes that one day he just rings the bell, back from the mistake. Hope that already starts small and could be even smaller every day.
Then she decides to bring her child to a non-Jewish family in Amsterdam-Zuid and to flee to Limburg herself. There she hiding the end of the war. When the rest of the Netherlands is also liberated six months later, Froukje returns to Amsterdam for reunification with her daughter.
They go to live elsewhere in the city and Froukje starts the tough assignment to live on. My house was the house of Isaac and Froukje. Unsubore love, horribly interrupted and passed vigorously at the same time. I met their daughter two years ago and we were looking at the street together in the bay window. Today I think of Isaac again.
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