Lion Schulman was my grandad, he was the father of my second mother, Margot Schulman.

Opa was a painter, his wife had died and his four children lived in different towns around the country. His daughter Johanna lived in Almelo, his son Louis in Amsterdam, his son David in laren and his daughter Margot (my second mother) in Amersfoort.

I remember him as a sweet grandad. He spoke quietly when I asked him something, and he took me serious, it was him who made me aware as a small child that God in the heavens saw and knew everything. 

When a sat on his three-legged chair, as you can see on this picture, he would explain to me what he was doing. He would take me for walks in the nature and he would tell me about the difference between the trees and the differences between them. And so even today, when I see certain things in nature I am rembemered of him. When he had an expositition in the Muurhuizen in Amersfoort, I was permitted to go along and I was very proud of my Grandad.

He first lived in his own place in Amersfoort. After he had a stroke at age 80, we feared for his life. He survived and moved into the aunt Martha's pension, later he moved into our house. From there the germans deported him at age 91 to Amsterdam, where he could only lay in bed since he had become very week. (see het dagboek bld. 72)

After a few days stay in the home for the elderly at the Sarphatistraat in Amsterdam, he was first take to Kamp Westerbork and onwards to Auschwitz, where he was murdered by gassing on 19 februari 1943.

Paintings by Lion Schulman can be admired on the following site: De Valk - Joods Historisch Museum - Digitaal Joods Monument

Beerenstijnscheweg Hilversum. 1936		Riverview with sailing ships.		A talk along the path.
Forest view in the winter Oilpaint on carton. 17.4x24cm