October 24, 2008

My Mom's Crochet Work


Various Doilies

My Mom Beti (Bracha) enjoyed crocheting with her small crochet hook. It gave her pleasure, relaxation and...fun.

She concentrated on small doilies that could use as table ornaments or coasters. She also crocheted some bigger items such as shawls, scarves, tablecloths, vests, and even a dress.

Unfortunately, I don't have her skill, so I cannot give information on the techniques of her crocheting, stitch and pattern details. I can only mention that she preferred D.M.C. cotton yarn, the ecru colour, and that she put love in every stitch.

Mom gave away some of the crocheted dolies as a gift to relatives, friends, neighbours. I keep the remaining items in a special box, taking them out now and then to enjoy their beauty and delicacy and remind myself of their creator, my dearest Mom.

מפיות סרוגות

אמי השקיעה המון אהבה
בכל פריט שהיא סרגה
לרוב היו אלה מפיות
ששמשו קישוט על שולחנות
עשתה שימוש בחוטים
בשלל מידות וצבעים
המציאה דוגמאות שונות
פשוטות וגם מורכבות
פה ושם נתנה כמתנה
אחד מן הפריטים שסרגה
את מה שנותר אני שומרת
בקופסא מיוחדת, למזכרת

Milieuri Crochetate

In timpul liber Mama crocheta
Cu placere, din toata inima
Milieuri facea ea multe
Dar si esarfe, shaluri, veste

Intrebuinta diferite fire
Ca culoare si grosime
Nu se uita prin jurnale
Ci crea pare-se originale

Cand si cand a dat cadou
Un mare sau mic milieu
Restul intr-o cutie pastrez
Scot, de ea sa-mi amintesc.

October 15, 2008

HERSHOLE

Hersh (Herman) Cojocaru

My Brother Herman

He was the Talent in the family. He had talent for music, languages, figures. Unfortunately, he loved soccer more than anything else, and so he spent the best hours of his boyhood on the"maidan" (field) playing soccer or watching others do that.

He didn't take school too seriously, but did well on violin private lessons, attending regularly and practising as required. At that time,
though, there was no high school or any vocational school in our small home town Saveni, and my parents didn't have the means to keep him at school in another town. They sent him, however, to a commercial school in a bigger city where he attended some short basic course in commerce and accountancy and came back to start working and earning a living.


I don't know how he did it, but at merely 16 he got to manage a kiosk at the only
mechanical plant in town. It sold chocolates, cigarettes, light beverages ,beigels. He did a good job and made a nice side profit too. However, in a year or so it closed down, and he was glad to be accepted as assistant to the manager of the cooperative grocery store in the center of the town.


In Israel, while in the army regular service, he was persuaded to attend a course in turnery , he did so, and then ,surprisingly , he sticked to this trade for many years.


My brother liked to have friends around him. He was tall and good looking, had great humor, and this attracted people. Now and then, he enjoyed playing the violin for his own pleasure or for a small audience of friends and neighbours.


The death of his only child , Shai, and the difficulty encountered by the couple in having another one, destroyed his health. He loved children in general , he used to be mad about his own child, so he was facing now a tragic situation.


By the end of June 1998, his wife insisted that they fly to the Spa of Herculane in Romania , have some light treatment, and continue from there to Budapest by train. He wasn't feeling well , so he refused the plan at first, but changed his mind as he didn't want to let her down (She hoped to meet some relatives of hers, residents of Budapest) . Looking back, I guess he was also afraid of being left  alone at home  while feeling not so well and being before an important heart echo test.

The outcome of the trip was terrible. His wife returned on the plane without him .  He, or rather his coffin with his remains, came later because of arrangements that had to be made. The tragic irony of his untimely death (on the 4th of july) was that he had collapsed suddenly in front of the TV set while watching ....the Mondial (World Cup) soccer games ! Soccer - the thing he loved most.



אחי היחיד הרמן

הרמן, אחי הגדול
היה נאה, ובעל כשרון
במוסיקה, שפות, חשבון
אך אהב כדורגל יותר מכל

למגינת לבם של ההורים
העביר זמנו במגרש המשחקים
יותר מאשר בכיתת הלימודים
והדבר הפריע לקידומו בחיים

הוא אהב אוכל טוב וטעים
ואף ניסה את ידו בבישולים
אך אהבה זו, כידוע ברבים
לא תורמת לחיים בריאים

,פטירתו של שי, ילדו הקט
סכוי נמוך להולדת ילד נוסף 
הביאו להתדרדרות במצבו
והחישו, כך נראה, את מותו


יול
י 1998 הדבר הנורא קרה
בחדר בבודפסט, תוך צפיה
במשחקי גביע המונדיאל
גופו לפתע קרס, לבו נדם

אחי "שב" מהטיול בארון
איזה גורל מר, איזה אסון
אין מילים לתאר את השברון
מנת חלקי, מאז ועד היום

כאילו היה זה אתמול...
כאשר קרה הנורא מכל

והוא הלך ממני בלי שוב
בהשאירני עם לב שרוף
מכאב, ואף רגשות אשם
שלא עשיתי די להחזיקו כאן

Fratele meu Hersh (Herscu)


Herscu, singurul meu frate
Avea talent si calitate
Mai mult ca orice-i placea,
Football pe teren a juca

Dupa un curs de comerciala
A fost angajat la 'Alimentara'
Strungar a devenit aici, in tara
Lucrand in industria militara

Multi amici si cunoscuti avea
Cu care deobicei se intrunea,
discuta, se distra ,se sfatuia
El  fiind 'Meleh Hahavura'

Shai, unicul sau copil, baiat,
De o cumplita boala a decedat
Sanatatea lui Hersh a deteriorat
Ca urmare al acestui tragic fapt

In iulie '98, seara, in Budapesta
In camera doar Hersh si nevasta
El urmarea cu pasiune meci pe ecran
In cadrul jocurilor Cupa Mondial

Si dintrodata, pe neasteptate, subit
Cu tot trupul pe jos sa prabusit
Sotia , a mai apucat sa vada
Caderea lui tragica,  finala

Acasa, a ramas orfana
Vechea sa, loiala vioara

'Es Toighinisht'
Herscu , mai frate
Ai fost ceva aparte
Stiu bine ce-am avut
Si pe cine am pierdut
"Toighinisht"- iti era lozinca
In Yidish, ce mult ma enerva!
Dar azi vad clarviziunea ta
Tu, nu noi, ai inteles realitatea

Imi lipsesti si te regret
Cer iertare, dau respect
Sufletului tau nemuritor
Amintirii tale de fratior

October 11, 2008

KUPAT HOLIM CLALIT

Primary Clinic in "Qedma" in Ramat-Hasharon

Clalit Health Services

Kupat Holim Clalit is a major health organization in Israel that has primary as well as specialized clinics, hospitals, laboratories, pharmacies, etc... In almost every neighborhood there's a primary health care clinic which serves the community.

My parents had a 'soft spot' for this institution. The Clalit Clinic was the first vital place in Israel they visited as new immigrants, hoping to find there care and healing. Besides, the clinic (even more than the synagogue) was a central place where people met bi-weekly or monthly for a chat before entering and/or after leaving the doctor's office or the pharmacy.

Up to the end, Mom and Dad respected Kupat Holim Health Provider , and were confident in the family medical staff, despite many disappointments , regarding the attitude and treatment they received over the years.
Kupat Holim should have been there for teaching prevention and treating urgency, yet it mostly made people dependent on the family doctor and the medicines he/she prescribed (not always successfully).
Looking back, I would say my parents reached old age not becase of Kupat Holim, but in spite of it and its services.

קופ"ח כללית

קופת חולים או שרותי בריאות
לא חשוב השם כי אם המהות
הורי האמינו במוסד הנ"ל
אך זה 'בגד' בהם לא פעם

הם נתנו אמון ברופא המשפחה
אך הוא לעיתים גרם אכזבה
נהג לרשום להם תרופות
מבלי תחילה לערוך בדיקות

מתן תרופות זהו שם המשחק
שמתנהל בין הרופא והאזרח
אי הקפדה בבחירת תרופות הופך את החולה לשפן נסיונות

היתה בכולנו וגם בהורי, תמימות
בכל הנוגע למערכת הבריאות
מבנה, שיטות, תרופות, רופא
ומה שזה עשה לאדם החולה

אני נוהגת לפעמים לומר
שהורי הגיעו לגילם המבוגר
למרות פעלולי הקופה
לא בשל השרותים שלה

Kupat Holim si Parintii Mei

Kupat Holim Clalit
Cu clinica -n orice district
Acorda constant ajutor medical
Contra suma de asigurare minimal

Parintii mei aveau incredere-n 'Kupa'
Si-n doctorul de familie la 'Marpea'
Insa uneori acestia au dezamagit
Prin acordare de tratament gresit

Mergeau parintii, lunar, pe indelete
Sa-si ia saculetul cu medicamente
Tata pentru arsuri si hypertensiune
Mama pentru vaz, auz, si slabiciune
Obisnuiesc sa spun si eu cateodata
Ca parintii au ajuns la o varsta inaintata
In ciuda serviciilor primite la 'Kupa'
Si nicidecum datorita acestora.


October 3, 2008

MOM, THE BLESSING

Beti (Bracha) Cojocaru 


My dearest Mother

Mom had two first names: Bracha (Bruha ) and Beti. Bracha means 'blessing' in Hebrew, and indeed she was a Blessing to her family and to all around her. She could do anything, be anything. She could sew, knit, sing ,cook wonderful dishes, heal certain ailments . She had wit, humour, a nice voice, a good -looking figure. She was both kind and tough. full of energy, inventive, and - despite of the hardships of life - optimistic.

My Mom was the Engine behind her immediate family which included Dad, Me, and my Brother. She had to be, as we were shy and rather slow, surely compared to her.

Besides being a good homemaker, she contributed to the family's modest budget with money she earned from sewing for the rural women from the villages around Saveni, and from practising some forms of healing (cupping, anemas, massage).

Bracha, my mother, had a passion for crochet-knitting and music. Both hobbies, unfortunately, became difficult for her as the years went by, because she was gradually becoming deaf and blind.
Blindness was due to the glaucoma disease with which she was diagnosed in her late sixties. With deafness it's an earlier story. During the Holocaust, she got hit on her head and ears by a german officer . The consequence was a perforated ear and frequent headaches, all of which led to the beginning of her deafness condition . Her ears weren't any more what they used to be before the incident with the officer's bayonete.

After losing, in the Holocaust, her little girl Mina Ruhale and her youngest sister Rifca as well as most of her own health, she returned to town a human wreck. Fortunately, her optimistic nature and inner vitality helped her a lot in her efforts to recovery.

אמא שלי, ברכה קוז'וקרו
אמא ,אמא יקרה שלי
היהלום שבכתר המשפחתי
חריפת שכל, ברוכת כשרונות
כמוה פוגשים לעיתים נדירות
בעלת עור ושיער בהיר היתה
תכולת עיניים, קלת תנועה
על אף הופעתה העדינה
ידעה גם כיצד להיות קשוחה
היא תרמה לכלכלת המשפחה
עם כסף שהרוויחה מתפירה
ומביקורי בית בעניני רפואה
כגון כוסות רוח ושטיפות קיבה

אהבנו התבשילים והעוגות
מעשה ידיה המיומנות
ממולאים, מרקים, קציצות
עוגת שיש, קוגל אטריות

תחביבה - סריגה במסרגה אחת
עם חוט בהיר ,מסוג מיוחד
עשרות מפיות היא יצרה
עד לרגע בו מאור עיניה נפגע
(בשל מחלת הגלאוקומה הארורה)

גם מוסיקה לשמוע אמא אהבה
בין היתר, פרקי חזנות כבקשתך
עד לשלב ששמיעתה התדרדרה
ואז, גם הנאה זו ממנה נלקחה

איבוד הדרגתי של ראיה ושמיעה
לא פגם ברצון החיים העז שלה
מבחינה זו מיוחדת היתה במינה
ראויה לכל הערכה ואף הערצה

עברו עליה פרקי חיים קשים
השואה, שכול של יקירים
גם המוות לא חסך ממנה יסורים
עד לרגע בו נגמר פתיל החיים

Beti (Goldesfarb) Cojocaru

Bruha, Beti, mama mea
A avut o viata cam grea
Fiind insa optimista si isteata
Sa " mentinut la suprafata"

Din Transnistria a revenit schimbata
Bolnava, trista, si indoliata
Caci a pierdut acolo o copila si o sora
Deabia mai putea sa scoata o vorba

Era ea o binecuvantare, o 'bracha'
Pentru rude, vecini, si familia sa
Harnica, desteapta, inimoasa
Cu asta a fost ea norocoasa

Stia sa gateasca minunat
Sa puna legume la murat
Prepara dulceata si compot
Facea copturi simple dar si tort

Lucra la masina de croitorie,
Ajuta cateodata lui tata in frizerie
Mai castiga un ban (fara scuze)
Din 'specialitatea' ei- lipire de ventuze.

Ii placea sa citeasca, sa cante, sa crocheteze
Treptat insa a fost nevoita sa abandoneze
Aceste 'hobbies', pe care le-a savurat
Caci vederea si auzul s-au deteriorat

Cuvinte in Adagio

Oh mama, mama mea
Stau si gandesc la fiinta ta
Ochii tai albastrii si senini
Glas expresiv si cristalin
Tenul neted si frumos
Parul moale, matasos

Oh mama, mama mea
Mi-e dor si resimt lipsa ta
Ma doare si plang mereu
Far'de tine mi-este greu
Te caut si nu te zaresc
Caci esti in mediul ceresc

Oh mama, mama mea
In veci eu nu te voi uita
Caci m-ai crescut si educat
Intotdeauna ajutat
Cu ce-ai putut, si ce-ai avut
Mari eforturi ai facut

September 28, 2008

DAD SWEET DADDY

David  Cojocaru


Barber , Film lover, Mench

My father David liked his trade , that of hair cutting, shaving, trimming beards , and everything about it. He was good at it too, good at handling the scissors, the comb, the single blade razor, the pomades, the hair tonic, the neck powder. He also liked his clients that were seated on the chair ready to receive his full attention and skill. I think he was the favourite barber in town, not only because he did a good job but also because of his endless patience and smile.

He started as the owner of a small barber shop. After world war two ended, and he returned to his town Saveni as a Holocaust survivor, he had to join a barbers' cooperative, according to the rules of the communist regime (that was not in favor of private ownership). There were about five barbers in this cooperative , and they had their hands full of work.

(In the seventies , in Israel, there was no much demand for a traditional barber. Hair styling and the Gillette self razors - opened a new era in which there was hardly place for him. So he went to work in a big oil and toiletry concern named "Etz Hazait"- olive tree, in Hebrew, where he stayed until retirement).

He liked to go to the cinema whenever he could. There were films he had watched more than once. I recall the title of a russian war picture he often used to quote : "Nothing New on the West Front", it said. He was so pleased with this title that whenever asked how things are, he replied with "nothing new on the west front".

When we got hold of a a television set, he became addicted to TV action serials.

After retirement, he liked staying at home , preparing his daily salad and cup of tea or coffee, giving my mother and my brother a monthly decent hair- cut, going to the synagogue, browsing the prayer book on holidays, reading the newspaper, and , among other things, visiting the local clinic to have his blood pressure checked.

The family doctor at the clinic told me once that my father was unique in that he never left her cabinet with the back to her, only with his face to her. Such a fine man he was !


אבא שלי - ספר,פועל,גמלאי
אבי, דוד ז"ל, היה ספר במקצועו
תחילה עבד במספרה קטנה משלו

ולאחר מלחמת העולם השניה
כאשר הקומוניזם תפס שליטה
נאלץ עם אחרים לשתף פעולה
"בקואופ. ממשלתי "המספרה

הוא אהב את מלאכתו
וגם היטיב לבצע חלקו
בגילוח פניו ותספורת ראשו
של הלקוח ובני ביתו

הצטיין בסבלנות ובחיוך חמים
והדבר קנה לו חיבה ומוניטין
אצל לקוחותיה המגוונים
של מספרת חמשת הספרים

בארץ עבר אבי לעבוד
במפעל לייצור שמן וסבון
הספרות הפכה לתחביב
מועיל, מהנה, וחביב

"עם פרישתו מ"עץ הזית
מצא את מקומו בבית
בהכנת מאכלים פשוטים
בקריאה , בצפיה בסרטים

מדי פעם לשווקים נסע
להביא משם תוצרת טריה
את בית הכנסת ואת המרפאה
פקד בקביעות במשך השנה

Barbierul din Saveni


Ii placea de meserie
Si lucra zilnic la frizerie
Manuia bine brici si foarfece
Masina de tuns, si pieptene

Clientii il respectau
Talentul i-l apreciau
Si el din partea sa
Amabil se comporta

In orele libere citea
Sau la cinema mergea
Il interesau filme de actiune
Si apoi seriale de televiziune

In Israel la "Etz-Hazait" a lucrat
Concern de ulei si sapun de spalat
Era muncitor harnic si devotat
Pana cand s-a pensionat

Dupa a sa pensionare
A avut placere mare
Pe la casa lui sa stea
Cu chestii mici a se ocupa

Prepara salate si cafea
Pleca la piata si targuia
De mers la sinagoga nu uita
Si nici clinica, nu o neglija

David, Tata Drag

Tata, tatal meu
Ma gandesc mereu
La zambetul tau
Oh, zambetul tau !

Tata, tata drag
Bun ca cozonac
O inima de aur
Capul -un tezaur

De la tine am mostenit
Naravuri si multe calitati
Tot de la tine am primit
Suport, sfaturi si poveti


Pentru toate-ti multumesc
.

(Charlie Chaplin - The Barber)

September 12, 2008

MINA - RUHALE


My sister Mina-Ruhale

Mina - Ruhale, my elder sis
I wish I could hug her and kiss
I have no photo of her, never had
In Transnistria, she starved to death

[I, was born after that]

So, I never felt what it's like
To have a sister by your side
Sharing things, dreaming together
Making plans, helping each other

Just try to imagine the tragic event
A little girl in the concentration camp
No food, no water,no air-Only disease-
She closes her eyes, her soul leaves


מינה-רוחלה ,האחות שלא הכרתי

אחותי הגדולה- קטנטנה
שלא זכיתי כלל להכירה
בשואה היא נספתה
בת פחות משנתיים היתה

תמונה כנראה לא צולמה
לא ידוע לי איך נראתה
רק יודעת שאחות לי היתה
ולדאבוני אין לי אותה

אמי לא דברה על הילדה
הכאב שיתק את דיבורה
כל פעם שנושא השואה עלה
וכן הקורבנות : אחותה וילדתה

Mina- Ruhale

Mina Ruhale, scumpa surioara
Te-ai dus de foamete si boala
In lagarul de concentrare
Cu evrei torturati de fiare

Micuta si plapanda cum erai
La chinuri si foame nu rezistai
Asa ti-ai dat sufletelul neprihanit
Parasind lumea asta fara nimic


Nu a ramas semn de la tine

Nici bucla de par, nici fotografie
Doar in inima si memoria mea
Vei ramane dea pururea

September 6, 2008

The Synagogue - Place of Worship


The "Great Synagogue" in Saveni

The" Moreshet Avot" synagogue in Ramat Hasharon


Both of the above mentioned synagogues played an important role in my parents' life. The synagogue was not only a spiritual place where they could attend the various religious services and ceremonies, recite prayers, chant religious songs, but also a place which enabled them to mingle socially, meet and make friends, discuss matters of mutual interest, and so on.


The 'Great Synagogue ', also known as the 'Central Synagogue', one of half a dozen synagogues once existing in our native town of Saveni (Botosani county), Romania, is closed now and is in a deplorable state.

This synagogue was situated on the street , called in those days, "strada Sarbi " - Sarbi being the name of the village whose boundary was at the very far end of this interminable, long street.

The building of the synagogue was dignified, both the facade and the interior. There were stairways leading up to the women's balcony. I remember frescoes, and nice liturgical objects.

On holidays, I used to go with my parents Beti and David to the synagogue. There , I met with other children and we had 'a good time ' together, outside . We usually went inside for the "special parts", for instance ,to listen to the shofar blowing.This instrument made from a ram horn was producing a sort of "weeping sound" which to us children was kind of intriguing.

"Moreshet Avot" means in Hebrew "Ancestors' Heritage" and that's the name of the Askenazi synagogue in Ramat Hasharon ( our residence town in Israel) which we attended on Holidays. My parents used to go there also on Sabbath. They liked the place and most of the people that came to the religious services and to other events.

The left wall in the entrance hall is a Remembrance Wall with tin memorial plaqes inscribed with the names of deceased congregants. Near each plaque, a candle which lits up on the death day & month of the person to be remembered. I purchased such plaques and had them displayed on this wall- in memory to my parents Beti and David, my brother Hersh and his boy Shai, my uncle Haim and his wife Elca, my infant sister Mina -Ruhale and my Mom's youngest sister Rifca (both victims of the Hollocaust who perished in Transnistria).



בית הכנסת והורי

הורי יקירי, בטי ודוד, זכרונם לברכה
היו בין באי ביהכ"נ הגדול בסווני, רומניה
ובישראל, נמנו על באי ביהכ"נ מורשת אבות
אשר בעיר רמת השרון, ברחוב הרב הרצוג

עבור הורי, בית הכנסת היה
לא רק מקום מיועד לתפילה
כי אם גם מוקד לימודי/ חברתי
לבעלי זיקה לעם היהודי

שני בתי הכנסת בלטו בסביבתם
מבחינת מבנה, עיצוב, מרקם
והותירו בלב הבאים והולכים בשערם
תחושה זכה, יחס וזכרון חם

הורי הביעו לא פעם את רצונם
'שבבוא זמנם 'לעבור מן העולם
תעצור מכונית חברת קדישא שבה גופתם
"בחזית בית הכנסת "מורשת אבות
לאות פרידה , ומתן כבוד


Sinagoga si parintii mei

Parintilor mei le placea
La sinagoga a mergea
De sambata si sarbatori
Carti de ruga la subsuori

Se porneau de dimineata
Sa prinda loc bun in fata
Sa auda hazanul mai bine
Si sa poata vedea pe oricine


Respectau traditia, iubeau hazanut
Credeau in Dumnezeu , si in Iaadut
Sinagoga era pentru ei in primul rand
Beit Hael, Templul - un lacas sfant

Ambii mei parinti si-au dorit
Ca la timpul si momentul potrivit
Masina funebra cu corpul neinsufletit
In drum spre cimitir, sa faca un stop
In fata, la a lor 'shil' "Moreshet Avot"

Dorinta le-a fos indeplinita.

September 2, 2008

SHAI means 'present', 'gift' (in Hebrew)

Shai  Cojocaru


Shai (Shaikele) Cojocaru

Shai my brother Hersh's boy
Was a great gift , pure joy
Sweet and innocent child
Melting hearts when he smiled

Awful disease attacked the infant
He had to undergo hard treatment
It left his parents in deep sorrow
Darkness became their tomorrow

They were helpless in the face of Fate
That decided so cruelly to 'behave'
Shai's suffering and death were terrible
The agony of his parents unbelievable


שי, אחיין מקסים שלי

שי, שייקיולה, אחיין שלי
בן יחיד ויקר של הרש אחי
רק הגעת לעולם, הצצת בו
ואלוהים לקח אותך איתו

לא הית נער ולא גבר
רק ילד קט שידע סבל
זה הרס את כל המשפחה
נותרה אחריך רק שממה

סלח לנו על חוסר האונים
להשאיר אותך בין החיים
כואב, ואתה חסר נורא
יכולת להיות ממש 'אחלא

baietel, nepotel/ copilas, ingeras

Shai baietel scump
Ai suferit tare mult
Te-ai purtat ca un erou
Pan'te-a luat Dumnezeu

Shai nepotelul meu drag
Pe scurt timp ne-ai fost dat
Dulce, splendid copilas
Acum, doar un ingeras

Asa a fost scris sa fie
C-ai fost luat in vesnicie
Si noi indoliati am ramas
Cu inimi sfasiate de necaz

Dormi in pace Shai puisor
Pe veci ne va fi de tine dor

August 28, 2008

Uncle Haim Cojocaru and his wife Elca

Chaim and Elca Cojocaru


Haim and Elca Cojocaru


Haim , my Dad's elder and only brother (he had two step-sisters though) had Parkinson's disease in his last years. It's hard to imagine a tall, sturdy person like him being made helpless by age and illness. I remember him when I was a child ,as a strong, upright figure who dominated the street with his presence.

He and his wife were a strange couple when seen together, as she was small and tiny like a bird near him. However, she was the motherly type whereas he was the big 'grown child' in need of her constant care. They were childless , and so they really had only one another .

He was a hard working man in a place which was a combination of flour mill and oil factory. Needless to say that flour and oil heavily stained his clothes and his wife Elca worked hard with the washing and cleaning. In those days, and in a little remote place like Saveni, there were no dry cleaning facilities ,neither washing machines of any kind.

It's from them, or more precisely, from her, that I got my first valuable jewlery items. Aunt Elchi gave me a pair of 14 karat earrings, a ring with a pearl and a pendant with a violet faceted stone. From him, uncle Haim, I got a golden neck chain while he was on a short visit to see us. He was already a widower then. He had lost is wife to depression and nervous disorder that lasted for quite a long period of time.


דודי חיים ואשתו אלקה

הזוג גר בעיירה סווני הרומנית
ולקח חלק בחיי הקהילה היהודית
חיים עבד בתחנת קמח מקומית
אלקה היתה עקרת בית טיפוסית

בארץ גרו בקרית אתא, בצפון
והמרחק משם אלינו לרמת השרון
גרם לנתק שצר לי עליו עד היום
גם אם טוב היה עבורם המקום

לא רצוי שכך יקרה בין אחים
מה עוד שלזוג לא היו ילדים
ואני ואחי היינו שנינו אמורים
למלא לזוג את החלל טיפין


Nene Haim, Tante Elchi

El, inalt,drept si spatos era
Ea mica si slaba ca vrabia
El la o moara de faina lucra
Ea gospodaria o conducea

In tara au locuit in Kiriat Ata
Distanta a 'dat legatura gata'
De plecat mai des la ei in Nord
Era pentru noi cam mare effort

Am apucat sa primesc de la ei
Ceva cadouri: inel, colier, cercei
Pe care le pastrez si pretuiesc
Caci astea de ei doi imi amintesc

Ea s-a dus din Depresie si tristete
El, dupa , cu Parkinson si batranete
Fie ca ei sa se odihneasca-n pace
In lumea cea eterna unde totul tace