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Jolan Hechelbaum
Jolan is a resident.
The major milestones of her life were
Born in 1905,
Married when 17 in 1922 (not considered unusually young at that time)
First child, David, was born in 1923 and her second child three years latter.
Both children died from a bad flu season in 1933.
She died in 1945 in one the smaller Nazi death camps. She did not die from over work or the showers but rather due to medial experiments done by the Nazi doctor Hans A Huber.
Her husband Gerek survived the war and lived nearly 20 years in the USA
Though both Jolan and Gerek were Jewish and raised their kids in a traditional manor, they were in their personal beliefs and behaviors very 'secular' and in a latter time and place they would have been described as 'progressive' or 'reform.'
During their lives together, both Jolan and Gerek were very 'worldly' for eastern Europe and traveled far, spending several summers in Paris and other western Europe cities. Jolan was very much the 'modern' girl and followed the Paris Flapper scene, smoking, drinking and experimenting with the new freedoms that the 1920's offered to her.
After the children died and Gerek's button business started to fail, they returned to their home village and got caught up in the worse of the 1930's prewar anti semitism. Not able to escape both Jolan and Gerek were drawn deep into the darkest part of WWII.
Now that she's woken up in this new world, she is a bit lost. Back on earth she never really believed in any sort of afterlife and discovering that she was wrong about that was a surprisingly pleasant shock. Without strong preconceptions about what the afterlife SHOULD be like, she's been able to slide into her place in this strange new life with less trouble than many others experience. It worth pointing out that she is very much enjoying the feeling of her new body which is based on an idealize version of her old body in its late teens to early twenties. The sudden new health and youth acted as a heady drug and he frankly jumped Gereks bones with in the first minutes of being reunited with him, in a perhaps less than proper greeting.
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