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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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