From the testimony of Andree Geulen
When fetching the children, we would never tell the parents where we would hide them. I am aware of how cruel this must have been for the parents to hand their children over to an unknown person (naturally we couldn’t tell them who we were and only introduced ourselves as members of the resistance) and who wouldn’t even tell them where they were taking their child. But this was an indispensable security measure. Actually, we had learned from experience that even if we gave the parents the addresses on condition that they promise not to go see their children, they couldn’t keep from going to visit them, thus compromising their security….
I once had to take a two-year old child, Charles S. to a farmer family in Vezenbeck. But they were already hiding two children, and I was supposed to take the two children back and bring them somewhere else. When I got to the family, I saw that both children were infected with scabies. It was obvious that I couldn’t leave little Charles there, and took him back with me to the boarding house where I was staying before I could find him another place. The same night there was a round up at the boarding house, and the little boy was taken to Malines [transit camp]. The orphaned children were not deported to the camps but put in official Jewish institutions. Maurice Heiber, who was in Malines, managed to help us get the child out of the camp and arranged for him to be put in the St. Pierre Hospital under the pretext that he had diphtheria. There he supposedly “died” and we placed him under a false name with the gardeners….
Often when we went to see the Jewish families we would find ourselves in the middle of a roundup: blocked roads, soldiers at all corners and trucks for the transport of the people caught in the hunt. Fortunately we almost always managed to save some children… we would pass the roadblocks with one child in a pram, holding the hands of two others. The soldiers would shy away from a mother with many children. Thus the children were saved, but the parents…..
Yad Vashem archives, O.2/961