The Ukrainian Jewish Family Album
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Portraits<br />
Baby Pisetskaya<br />
Photo taken in: Uman, 1925<br />
Interviewer: Ada Goldferb<br />
Chaya Meyerson (nee Pisetskaya),<br />
my father’s youngest sister. Chaya<br />
finished a lower secondary school<br />
then married Israel Meyerson, a<br />
<strong>Jewish</strong> man, in 1936. <strong>The</strong>y had a<br />
<strong>Jewish</strong> wedding with a chuppah.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a big wedding party. All<br />
her brothers and sisters and their<br />
families from Kharkiv, Moscow,<br />
and Kursk came to her wedding in<br />
Odessa. <strong>The</strong>re was even an article<br />
about this wedding in a <strong>Jewish</strong><br />
newspaper. <strong>The</strong>re was even a<br />
photo of our family published. Her<br />
husband died on the front in 1943.<br />
Dora Postrelko<br />
Iosif Shubinsky<br />
Photo taken in: Kyiv, 1952<br />
Interviewer: Ella Orlikova<br />
My mother, Etl Shubinskaya, with my<br />
son Boris. For a long time after the<br />
war, I knew nothing about my parents.<br />
Later I learned that my parents<br />
evacuated from Kyiv. <strong>The</strong>y left on their<br />
own without any organization. I knew<br />
they had a difficult time at different<br />
evacuation destinations. I looked for<br />
them for a long time. Only in 1943 was<br />
I informed that my parents were in<br />
Kazakhstan, where my wife had also<br />
gone. My father died there.<br />
Photo taken in: Kyiv, 1947<br />
Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya<br />
My father Aron Gehtmann and his<br />
third wife, Lisa, on their wedding<br />
day. My father was a very impulsive<br />
person; when he liked someone,<br />
he poured kisses and gifts onto<br />
that person. <strong>The</strong> problem was<br />
that he was too full of love. For<br />
that reason he left my mother<br />
for a different woman. He often<br />
wrote to me, but he only visited<br />
from Leningrad two or three<br />
times, always bringing gifts. I could<br />
not afford to go to see him, but<br />
I always wished him well on all<br />
holidays. He died in 1968.<br />
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