That is a very cool picture - with the trees leaning and the reflection on the lake, it looks like the lake has secrets to tell if only someone would ask it...
I find it so difficult to look at all these serene pastoral photographs of your family's shtetl and think of the "chaos" -- to put it mildly -- that reigned during the wars and pogroms and massacres of Jews.
As MC said, if only the waters could speak...and the pavement...and the houses...and the earth.
You are 2 generations removed from those scenes; I am but one generation removed, and it is still most difficult for my father to talk about his time in his shtetl...
Pearl: Is your father a Holocaust survivor? I know you have mentioned before that your family comes from Poland, but you have never written much about it.
I can't write what I don't really know. In my house it's mostly hush-hush so as not to bring pain.
He wasn't in the death camps, but he was in work camps in Siberia, but till he got from his shtetl to Siberia... his mother and youngest sister choosing not to leave with him. My father has lived with the guilt of their deaths all these years, I'm sure.
You know, I went to russia to do camp, the year before the Coo. I used to take my campers into the woods behind our bunks, and I would sing with them lubavitcher chasidishe niggunim. Then the dreamer in me would come out, and I would ask them to contemplate how many chasidim walked past these trees in an effort to get to their rebbes, and sang niggunim even perhaps the same ones we were singing,,, as they trod along the same paths we were taking. The picture reminds me of the lake we had near our camp. It could have been taken anywhere, but one thing. I know it effects each person differently.
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This is a picture of the lake - possibly where the shtetl's Jews performed Tashlich.
In the warmer months it is where the town's residents do their laundry.
That is a very cool picture - with the trees leaning and the reflection on the lake, it looks like the lake has secrets to tell if only someone would ask it...
I am sure it does.
I find it so difficult to look at all these serene pastoral photographs of your family's shtetl and think of the "chaos" -- to put it mildly -- that reigned during the wars and pogroms and massacres of Jews.
As MC said, if only the waters could speak...and the pavement...and the houses...and the earth.
You are 2 generations removed from those scenes; I am but one generation removed, and it is still most difficult for my father to talk about his time in his shtetl...
Pearl: Is your father a Holocaust survivor? I know you have mentioned before that your family comes from Poland, but you have never written much about it.
I can't write what I don't really know. In my house it's mostly hush-hush so as not to bring pain.
He wasn't in the death camps, but he was in work camps in Siberia, but till he got from his shtetl to Siberia... his mother and youngest sister choosing not to leave with him. My father has lived with the guilt of their deaths all these years, I'm sure.
Pearl: Facinating! I strongly encourage you to speak to him about it. Otherwise the history of your family will be lost.
You know, I went to russia to do camp, the year before the Coo. I used to take my campers into the woods behind our bunks, and I would sing with them lubavitcher chasidishe niggunim. Then the dreamer in me would come out, and I would ask them to contemplate how many chasidim walked past these trees in an effort to get to their rebbes, and sang niggunim even perhaps the same ones we were singing,,, as they trod along the same paths we were taking.
The picture reminds me of the lake we had near our camp. It could have been taken anywhere, but one thing. I know it effects each person differently.
annonymously beautiful: I am glad you posted your comment. I wish I had spent more time in the shtetl and just wandered around more, taking it all in.
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