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JEWISH COMMUNITY Raisa Roitman Raisa Roitman Photo taken in: Vad-Rashkov – 1924 Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya My parents’ wedding took place in a synagogue in Vad-Rashkov under a chuppah. Mother said it was very merry. Klezmer music was played and the guests danced until dawn. The tables were filled with delicious dishes cooked by my grandmother and great-grandmother. Photo taken in: Vad-Rashkov – 1924 Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya My parents’ wedding took place in a synagogue in Vad-Rashkov under a chuppah. Mother said it was very merry. Klezmer music was played and the guests danced until dawn. The tables were filled with delicious dishes cooked by my grandmother and great-grandmother. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1930s Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya This photograph was taken during my grandfather Ihil’s birthday. It was a family reunion. Ihil was born in 1860 in the town of Medzhibozh in South-Western Ukraine. He was married at the age of 18, but I didn’t know Grandmother Riva. All I know is that she gave birth to ten children – five sons and five daughters. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1930s Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya Riva Belfor Riva Belfor This photograph was taken during my grandfather Ihil’s birthday. It was a family reunion. Ihil was born in 1860 in the town of Medzhibozh in South-Western Ukraine. He was married at the age of 18, but I didn’t know Grandmother Riva. All I know is that she gave birth to ten children – five sons and five daughters. Shlima Goldstein Shlima Goldstein David Wainshelboim David Wainshelboim Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1930s Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya The Jewish girls’ orphanage in Kishinev. I am the second girl from the right in the first row. We didn’t have enough to eat. To drink water, we lined up and took a sip from a mug. Some of us used to cling to the cup for more, but they always snatched it away. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1930s Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya The Jewish girls’ orphanage in Kishinev. I am the second girl from the right in the first row. We didn’t have enough to eat. To drink water, we lined up and took a sip from a mug. Some of us used to cling to the cup for more, but they always snatched it away. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1930s Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina The employees and clients of the Jewish Health Organization where my father worked before 1940. The one with the mustache wearing the tie in the center, far back in the photo, is my father. All around him are Jewish mothers with their children. My mother, sister, aunt, and I are in the photograph too. Besides his medical practices, my father collected statistical data related to death rates among Jewish children in Bessarabia. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1930s Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina The employees and clients of the Jewish Health Organization where my father worked before 1940. The one with the mustache wearing the tie in the center, far back in the photo, is my father. All around him are Jewish mothers with their children. My mother, sister, aunt, and I are in the photograph too. Besides his medical practices, my father collected statistical data related to death rates among Jewish children in Bessarabia. Sarra Shpitalnik Sarra Shpitalnik Photo taken in: Dombroveni – 1937 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina These are my paternal grandparents, Meir and Haya, with their son’s family. They were photographed in their yard; behind them is a Moldovan carpet to decorate the background. Grandfather Meir was deeply religious. When he visited us in Kishinev, I always had to fetch him from the prayer house in the yard when dinner was ready. Photo taken in: Baku, Azerbaijan – 1945 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina These are my paternal grandparents, Meir and Haya, with their son’s family. They were photographed in their yard; behind them is a Moldovan carpet to decorate the background. Grandfather Meir was deeply religious. When he visited us in Kishinev, I always had to fetch him from the prayer house in the yard when dinner was ready.
PORTRAITS Raisa Roitman Raisa Roitman Photo taken in: Vad-Rashkov – 1920s Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya The girl in the middle is my mother. She’s with her friends. My mother was the most intelligent of all of her siblings; she was the head of our family and my father followed her unconditionally. Later in life, she was often the ‘judge’ in many disputes among her friends, relatives, and neighbors. She died from liver cancer in 1956. Esfir Dener Esfir Dener Photo taken in: Vad-Rashkov – 1920s Interviewer: Zhanna Litinskaya The girl in the middle is my mother. She’s with her friends. My mother was the most intelligent of all of her siblings; she was the head of our family and my father followed her unconditionally. Later in life, she was often the ‘judge’ in many disputes among her friends, relatives, and neighbors. She died from liver cancer in 1956. Photo taken in: Falesti – 1923 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina My sister, Sarah. She studied in the Jewish grammar school in Beltsy. When she was home, Sarah never went to bed until she read 20-30 pages of a book. When she was reading an adventure novel, she left the book on the sideboard while she slept. When she put the book under her pillow, I knew that it was a love story. Sarah is still alive to this day. She looks just like our mother. Photo taken in: Falesti – 1923 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina My sister, Sarah. She studied in the Jewish grammar school in Beltsy. When she was home, Sarah never went to bed until she read 20-30 pages of a book. When she was reading an adventure novel, she left the book on the sideboard while she slept. When she put the book under her pillow, I knew that it was a love story. Sarah is still alive to this day. She looks just like our mother. Polina Leibovich Polina Leibovich Sarra Shpitalnik Sarra Shpitalnik Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1926 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina Here I am with my brother, Shymon. We had a nanny who was very devoted to our family, but she was a drunkard. Often, a policeman took me home because she would be found lying on the pavement while I was quietly playing beside her. “This is the last time,” my mother would say, but she tolerated her because our nanny had nowhere else to go. Shymon still calls me every week. He is 86 years old. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1926 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina Here I am with my brother, Shymon. We had a nanny who was very devoted to our family, but she was a drunkard. Often, a policeman took me home because she would be found lying on the pavement while I was quietly playing beside her. “This is the last time,” my mother would say, but she tolerated her because our nanny had nowhere else to go. Shymon still calls me every week. He is 86 years old. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1929 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina My parents and I. When I was two-years-old, I wandered into a nearby garden where a dog bit me on the cheek. My father wanted me to get rid of my fear for dogs after this, so about a year later he took me back to the garden. The same dog bit my father’s lip. My father was recruited to railroad construction in Russia during the war and I evacuated to Uzbekistan with my mother. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1929 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina My parents and I. When I was two-years-old, I wandered into a nearby garden where a dog bit me on the cheek. My father wanted me to get rid of my fear for dogs after this, so about a year later he took me back to the garden. The same dog bit my father’s lip. My father was recruited to railroad construction in Russia during the war and I evacuated to Uzbekistan with my mother. Zlata Tkach Zlata Tkach Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1931 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina This is me at the age of three in 1931. My family led a traditionally Jewish way of life. My father was very fond of sports. When I turned six, he began to teach me how to swim. There was this one time when I swallowed a lot of water and almost drowned before he pulled me back up. I’ve been afraid of swimming since then. Photo taken in: Kishinev – 1931 Interviewer: Nathalia Fomina This is me at the age of three in 1931. My family led a traditionally Jewish way of life. My father was very fond of sports. When I turned six, he began to teach me how to swim. There was this one time when I swallowed a lot of water and almost drowned before he pulled me back up. I’ve been afraid of swimming since then.
Page 1 and 2: THE MOLDOVA JEWISH FAMILY ALBUM PIC
Page 3 and 4: AT SCHOOL Zinoviy Sapunar Zinoviy S
Page 5: IN THE ARMY Moses Chubat Moses Chub
Page 9 and 10: “THE ONES I LOST” Polina Leibov
Page 11: GREAT PATRIOTIC WAR/EVACUATION Zlat

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