Helen Fixler at home in Oakland, with her certificate of recognition from the state Legislature. (MAYA MIRSKY)
Helen Fixler at home in Oakland, with her certificate of recognition from the state Legislature. (MAYA MIRSKY)

She spent the war in hiding, from a forest bunker to a haystack

Part of an ongoing series on Holocaust survivors and partisans in Northern California

Helen Fixler was 14 years old when the Nazis invaded her town. At least, she thinks so.

“As a matter of fact, I’m not sure of my age,” the Oakland resident said.

In her family’s desperate escape from the Nazis, they had to leave everything behind, and the years that followed were so traumatizing that many of her earlier memories were obscured. Fixler (née Nudler) spent formative years of her adolescence hiding in a forest, in a hole in the ground, staying quiet in the day and scrounging for food from the fields at night. And always, the family lived in fear of being discovered — a fear that did come to pass, with fatal consequences for almost everybody the young Helen loved.

“I think about it now and I think, how in the world I can survive so much misery?” she said sadly.

Fixler was born in Młynów, as it’s known in Polish. At the time it was an ethnically mixed region that had swung between Poland and Ukraine for years (it is now called Mlyniv and is in northwest Ukraine, close to the Polish and Belorussian borders).

She remembers a happy, Yiddish-speaking home, with a book-loving mother and four siblings, including a beloved younger sister. But anxiety began to creep into their household even before the Nazis arrived in 1941; the area was occupied by the Soviets, and the local Ukrainians were virulently anti-Semitic, Fixler said. But it became much worse once the Nazis took over, and the Nudler family and the other Jews of Młynów were rounded up.

“After a short while, we were put in a ghetto under horrible conditions, horrible conditions,” she said. “In one room, without food or anything.”

The Jews were used for forced labor, and one day, Fixler’s father heard disturbing news. “While he was out, he heard rumors that we would be exterminated,” she said.

Helen Fixler (née Nudler), second from right, before the German occupation, with her parents, brothers and sister, and maternal grandmother.
Helen Fixler (née Nudler), second from right, before the German occupation, with her parents, brothers and sister, and maternal grandmother.

In fear for their lives, Fixler’s parents, younger brother and sister (two older brothers had been conscripted into the Russian army), uncle and young cousins made a daring nighttime escape from the ghetto, which was surrounded by barbed wire fence.

There was nowhere to go except into the nearby forest.

“I was hiding in the woods,” she said. “My whole family ran away from the ghetto; we dug out a bunker. There were 12 of us.”

Fixler said they stayed in the forest for a couple of years, and she still remembers the brutal winters. At night they made small fires, but they had no warm clothes, only what they’d taken with them. She also remembers how hungry they were. Although they tried to stay out of sight, they had to look for scraps of food in the fields or beg for bread from villagers, which made them vulnerable.

“We were afraid,” she said. “We did it late at night. So the winters were really bad.”

The rumors her father had heard were true: The Jews in the Młynów ghetto were murdered. Even though the Nudlers had escaped that fate, they faced a harsh, uncertain and grim future.

“One day, somehow, the Ukrainians found out about us and surrounded us and started shooting,” Fixler said.

The family scattered in all directions, running from the bullets. Helen found herself alone. She never saw her mother, brother or sister again.

“They killed them in the woods, the woods,” she said. “Who knows how much they suffered.”

Polish partisans who found Fixler wandering gave her some food, and to her joy they also found her father. They were the only two in the family group who had survived.

Fixler’s father had been shot and wounded, and she described the nightmare of going in the dark to a nearby stream, where she would break the ice and wash her father’s bandages in freezing water.

Continuing their life on the run, Helen and her father came upon a farm. “We sneaked into a stable, and in the stable was a haystack,” she said. That’s where they hid for about eight months, emerging only at night. Eventually they were spotted by the farmer’s wife, a Czech woman who let them stay there and dropped off food when her husband’s back was turned. She saved their lives, Fixler said.

Yet, after so much horror, she said she just wanted to die.

“I was very depressed all the time, and I used to cry all the time,” Fixler said, through tears. “And my dad would hug me and say, ‘Don’t cry, my child.’”

One day they heard voices in Russian and knew what that meant: The Red Army had arrived, and Fixler and her father were able to come out of hiding. After being liberated, they returned briefly to an empty Młynów, reuniting with the two older brothers who had been conscripted. There was nothing else left for them in the town, so they headed for the Pocking displaced persons camp in Germany, hoping to reach Israel or the United States. Sadly, Fixler’s father died in Germany following hernia surgery, which he had hoped would allow him to more easily immigrate as a healthy man.

“Surviving the Holocaust and a short while later, dying in Germany,” Fixler said, shaking her head.

Helen and Leonard Fixler at their wedding in Canada in 1949.
Helen and Leonard Fixler at their wedding in Canada in 1949.

In 1948 she made it to Canada, where she had relatives. That’s where she met her husband, Leonard Fixler, also a Holocaust survivor. The two moved to California in 1956 with their two daughters and joined Temple Beth Abraham in Oakland. They also had a son, who predeceased them.

We made a life for ourselves,” she said. “It wasn’t easy at the beginning.”

Leonard worked in menswear and Helen became a travel agent. During her career she traveled around the world, from India to South America and the Soviet Union. But she never went back to Młynów.

“I still didn’t go to my hometown,” she said, “because I was afraid.”

Now 93 (she estimates), her mind is on the past more than ever. Leonard passed away in 2014, and Helen still sometimes wakes up at night in fear thinking that she must run from the Ukrainians, a cold reminder of the shadows of the past that still follow her. And she said she thinks of those she lost so young.

“I think of my little sister all the time,” she said, “and my brother.”

Maya Mirsky
Maya Mirsky

Maya Mirsky is a J. Staff Writer based in Oakland.