Along with Roelle, Lisa Megargee cracked the top 20 for Eastern in 18th place 19:19. It was just a matter of putting in the work. The villages and courts need also be remembered, that is those that belonged to the Koydanov volost Soviet rural administrative division , with a population of about 35,000 souls. Also there was a small street between the new and old Minsk streets that was called the Tatar Mountain Street, which had an old cemetery from a long, long time ago, when the war befell the entire Russia. She lovingly added to say: A young man wants to roam To find life in his own way.
What I want to talk about here is the importance of the Relief, and what it means to me. So what are you doing dearest Rebbe How do you earn a living? We have found friends and old friends from back home. It occurred to me that I might turn to the Post Master in Koydenov and ask him to bring a letter to the Jews in town, to let them know they could be in touch with me. How many were left alive and how many had died? Beauty without money Doesn't make life stable. One early morning, she arrived at my house, pale and frightened, worried about what to do with the books.
It was then that our first victims fell. It didn't take long before a sum of money was collected and books bought. The leaders of the library were: Feygl Ahron, Zisl's daughter, or as we used to call her, Fanye Yoselov, a girl educated in Russian and Hebrew, a democrat even though her father was a rich factory owner. In 1950, it was through his initiative that the Relief committee became known as the United Koydenov Association and he is the chairman of the organization. What are you doing these days in shul? Yes, I had to sell Do you remember my young bride? There were a few of these structures in the middle of the streets. All the young men and women in town were called together, informed of the goal and subscribed as member. This material is made available by JewishGen, Inc.
She responded terribly sadly The past is gone, as well as the time. So several of the progressive young people got together and decided to found a general library for everyone. But they never did respond, Not understanding amidst the humdrum, Simply staring, eyes wondering: Where did this stranger's concern come from? The Koydenov Relief has given us Koydenover the opportunity to find 460 surviving Jews from our beloved old town; martyrs that lived through the Nazi hell and came out alive. Your free, lithe soul covered in armor As you sit in this dark crowded shop, Your beautiful eyes, awaiting your farmer Your tender voice that used to sing A sweet romantic song Is now hoarse and tired Haggling with customers all day long. Suddenly, all of the men aged 20 to 45 were drafted, and all left for military service, in Rennenkampf's army.
The war went on for two years far from Koydanov. But the town with its hills and streets, my old friends and the residents of the town were always right before my eyes. I gazed at it from afar Because up close I was too afraid I recognized the poor children, Barefoot, ragged, downcast. Koydanov was a very old town. The judicial district held a real prominent place at the edge of the town, where there was the Polish church with its famous tall mountains spires with the Calvinist seminary, and the match factory that was called Stronginz factory. I pray and do my craft.
To this very day, I remember all the verses of that Hebrew lullaby, filled with love for Israel and her land. My Father prayed the Musaf service in his unique way, everyone shook hands heartily Good Shabbes! Other than the few main streets, there were also a few smaller streets, which were called the humnes or the barns , that were parallel to Slutsk Street. Shimon Elye was a neighbor of mine back home and I remember him quite well. There were even some businessmen, enlightened men, who owned books, such as Zavelevitz, Yoselov, Avraham Khayim Kasel, Yeshaye Heller, and a few other people but how could one access them? Some studied Russian, some Hebrew. For me personally, every letter we received from a survivor was a joy. Everyone ate and drank together, singing Simkhas Torah songs.
Soon letters of surviving Jews began to arrive: around twenty each week. Had he become very rich? I also want to mention the chairman of the Koydenov Youngmen, my friend and townsman Nathan Klumak. In the meantime, we kept up the library for a period of time until a strike broke out in the match factory in town. I remember the dreams you entrusted to me When I walked with you as a boy, You dreamt of a world full of flowers, Of a future filled with joy. He was embarrassed and frightened And trembled as I stood near. With its balcony wrapping around Good times, friends, family singing, Happy laughter, joyous sound. In his book Le Livre deu Mon Ami he describes the earliest years of his life in the most dramatic colors.
Six streets stretched out from the market. It really is a wonderful love and devotion that those townsfolk have for one another. We are bound together in helping our townsfolk on the other side of the ocean. We children are huddled in front of the oven trying to keep warm despite the frozen tiled walls. And the melody has gone into the Jewish folk music under the name of the Koydanov melody.
Could this be she standing here? However, our famous resident and writer, Yosef Shloberg also studied with that teacher and participated as a student. . The old castle with its walls cast a fright on my childish mind. You're not carrying books in wooden yokes Why are your backs so bent? There were various movements among the Jewish youth. All the places and houses, all the people and personalities, and the entire life of that time are right before my eyes. Although all the books had passed censorship and were considered kosher, we were supposed to have special permission from the government and that was not that easy to get.
My son, I've sold my little house And to marriage, my daughter I'm giving. Oh, how sad you looked now: Houses grown quite old Dust filled window panes, Dark, forlorn and cold. Our town Koydenov is rebuilding itself wrote Yosef Siratkin Zarekh the tailor's son , Berl Glazer, and Zaritzky Rakhmiel the mason's grandson. And amongst us, the youth, this question always came up: Why, in many towns such as Styopecz and Mir, there were many fires, but never here in Koydanov. The strongest men in the crowd would link hands, creating a chair of sorts, and cart my Father off to Shul. Why does he spread his arms, As if entreating all who pray and sing? At that point we would get ready to go to Shul for Simkhas Torah Hakufot Ed: 7 Circular ceremonial dances with the Torah.