The eastern wall of the synagogue
Translated by Janie Respitz
In their own manner, the Jews of New Sventzian combined reality with the spiritual visions of Jewish history, the past and the future, strivings and hopes, and their own business efforts. This manner had two elements: one a folksy, for the common people, and one contemporary according to thought and social content. This is how it was expressed by the survivors, who remembered the melodies, dances, wonderful stories, that dragged their fathers out of their daily clasps, from their grey reality; also the singing, lectures and readings at the cultural club. In the memoirs about these facts, happenings and personalities, we hear the ringing of the language of the day, the mood and atmosphere, the troubles and joys, the largeness and purity, the light and shadows of the daily life in the Shtetl, in the world, in the marketplace and the house of prayer. Here a new Jewishness was growing and being nourished; the Jewishness of the Enlightenment, the national Renaissance and Jewish socialism. They are, as such, and integral part of the old Lithuanian Jewish identity controlled introspection, carried out by spirituality. The former strict Jewish observance, the deep world scope, the passion of love of Israel of the Hasidim, had in a news fashion manifested in the carriers of modern Jewish culture and the community activist. This is the golden chain, that connects the various types and personalities, the culturally active and their grandfathers, with the simple, good Jews rooted in soil of New Sventzian.
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay
Proud, small, Jewish, Lithuanian Shtetlach!
They became etched deep within my memory. How many Jewish irritants, how many true stories with their intertwining people and memories how much charm did each of these shtetls have? Here was the foundation of Jewish learning and the beginning of their cultural heritage: Haskahla (Jewish Enlightenment) , Chasidim, Magnigdut, Zionism, Populist, Bundist, and others.
In these towns various well known personalities grew up and became devoted builders and influence in their shtetls.
They are all spinning now before my eyes, all those tiny shtetlach! Those pious Jewish souls, are still in my memory, the countless souls that went up in smoke together with their communities and institutions.
Each and every shtetl was vibrant and dynamic. The cultureclash on the Jewish street played a very important role, even with sharp opposition and language. The religious fathers burned the secular books and the young folk were not pleased by this so they bought more books. The shtetl slowly modernized.
Progress came in due course to the Lithuanian shtetls. After the first world war, many ideals were adopted by the young masses and even the fathers became involved with these new ideas.
In those years the culturewars took on a new meaning. It was notably the war of the language: Yiddish or Hebrew! In each town 2 camps grew: Yiddishists and Hebraists. This went on to the Second World War.
Everything in the shtetl was duplicated: 2 folkshuls, 2 libraries, 2 drama clubs, 2 sports clubs, 2 orchestras and even in some times, 2 Gemillut Hesed banks.
In these duplications it even produced additional concepts: for the diaspora, the Diasporaists Doyoists or Localists (those wanting to remain) or Zionists (those wanting to go Palestine) Poleshtinkentzis.
The competition between the 2 camps were in all domains of their daily lives. If one group brought a speaker for the Shabbat, the other group couldn't remain silent and had to also arrange for his own speaker. It happened that many Saturdays, several speakers arrived at the shtetl and many heated discussions took place on the Yiddish street.
The hostility which was the main cause was about the Yiddish school. The fighting engulfed brothers and sisters, parents and children and even between friends. Everywhere, one was measured either as a Tarbutist or from a Yiddish school.
If, the Yiddishists built a new school, the Hebraists couldn't sleep (be at peace) , and also had to build a new school.
Fundamentally, there were days when the Jewish folk all came together. This naturally was when a tragedy occurred or something bad happened, or a new decree was issued by the regime.
The Jewish humanity always came first, to help one another.
This is their story why I feel such a nagging longing, for those plain, honest and earnest murdered Jews, the Jews of the Lithuanian shtetls!
Dr. Hertzel once wrote : Longing will bring the Mashiach! God willing! God willing!
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay
The first Rabbi of NewSventzian was Zvi, son of Rabbi the Gaon Yitzhak Ratsker of Dvinsk.
His wise face with his stately physique and his gentle welcome, brought him great respect throughout the land. Friday evening, before the blessings of the Shabbos candles, he met everyone in a corner of the Synagogue Street next to the station and engage the people; this is where all the Jewish shops were located. He was dressed in his long black coat with his tall (cylindershaped) hat. Grey payot (side curles) encircled his gentle face.
As soon as we saw the Rabbi, all the merchants began to shut their shops and they all left quickly to prepare for the Sabbath.
For his good deeds, which was spread by newly arrived friends, he was known throughout the entire region with great respect and his good name was spread throughout.
Amongst other reasons, many came to NewSventzian because of this well known Rabbi.
His house was run by the Eyches Chayil (righteous woman) , the righteous Rebbetzin, Malka, who sold yeast and wine for the Shabbat and other holidays.
The children, Moishe, Yacov, Meir and Yitzhak were all tied to each other, both in Yiddishkeit and in wordly matters. However, they didn't want to inherit the Rabbinate. The daughter Baila married the Rabbi Yochanan Mirski, from Badke, and because of the hierarchy in the shtetl, he couldn't take over the seat of the rabbinate of the NewSventzian community.
When Rabbi Zvi Ratzker zl, passed away, the Rabbinate was passed to the grandson of Cheifetz Chaim, the Rabbi H'Goan Mereminski.
However until today the name of Rabbi Ratzker zl is inscribed in our memory. May his soul be bound up in the bond of life.
H. Chaia Feiges
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay
In memory of my beloved mother Chaia Feiga, my beloved father Hirsh, brothers Motl with his family, Henech with his family, Leib with his family
In the 1800s it was still uncommon in Lithuania and Russia for families to take surnames. Everyone was known by his name, his father's name and even a nick name.
When the order came from the Czar that each resident must take a family name, many decided to be named after their town or place of residence, that that is how the name like Vilner or Vilenski (after the town Vilna) Pinsker or Pinski, (Pinsk) , Warshaver or Warshavski after Warsaw.
That is the reason some Jews who lived in Kovarsk, took the family name Kovarski. A part of the family came to the Sventzian region.
Heshl Kovarski, the father of our grandfather ShmuelNachum, was living in a small village in Federiski, in Lithuania, not far from Sventzian.
Heshl was a Shochet (ritual slaughterer) , his first wife died young and left behind sons and daughters. His second wife was called SheinaRiva and had 2 children with him: a daughter and a son. The daughter died as a young child and the son, Shmuel Nachum, remained a blessing to her. Heshel alone supervised the upbringing of this son, who was very smart and talented, with a sweet voice. In later years, Heshel's decisionmaking towards his son produced fine results: Shmuel Nachum was an exceptional Jew with the knowledge of Torah as both reader and scholar.
In 1861 Shmuel Nachum married Zelda Yavitch, the daughter of Henoch and Keila, who lived in Trabutzishok (a small village in Belarus) , next to Lyntup.
After the wedding they moved into a fancy house in Trodai, next to Sventzian where the ran a dairy farm and production facility.
There they lived during through Polish Regime of 1863. Our grandmother Zelda often told us stories about those stormy days: how the Jews suffered from both sides, under the Poles and then the Russian Cossacks. Jews helped one another in those uncertain times.
In the village of Troidai, our grandfather's first 2 children were born: the sons Eliahu Yosef and Yitzhak.
In 1864, the family of Shmuel Nachum moved to the village of Fimpelka, where there was a mill, which belonged to the same noble as the one in Troidai. Here the grandmother ran the dairy farm and grandfather worked the land.
The descendants of the family in Eretz Israel in 1926
Sitting: Avraham, Dovid, Yechiel Yoselovitch, Henech, Sima Kovarski, Heshl, Henech Gurwitz, Binyamin, Yoceved Kamin
Standing: Yehushe Kovarski, Rivka Yoselovitch, Eliahu, Shoshana Kovarski, Nechama Gurwitz, Avraham Yitzhak Miler, Shaike Kamin
In Fimpelka, the daughter Chaia Feiga and the son Heshl were born.
Of importance, the spot that was chosen for the most important rail way line to pass through from WarsawPetersburg was not far from Fimpelka; thus a new station was built and was given the name Nova Sventzian.
Thanks to our grandmother's connections, grandfather began to work at the train station as a glazier. Slowly, the NewSventzian train station attracted new Jewish families from the surrounding shtetls. Our grandfather Shmuel Nachum arranged for a piece of land there (New Sventzian) and built a house. When it was ready, he resettled his entire family and was one of the first settlers of NewSventzian.
Besides the 4 previous children, 14 more were born here, of which 9 are alive. Zelman, ShimonRuben, Noach, Henech, Abraham and Moishe Yacov, the daughters, Baila, RuchelLeia, Kasia.
The train stain expanded and the shtetl spread. Grandfather, besides being a glazier, starting working in milling. His economic situation grew. Shmuel Nachum quickly engaged his children in his work, and later his inlaws (children's spouses) : Hirsch Gurewitz, the husband of ChaiaFeiga, and Ozher Yavitch, Baila's husband, (by the way, a brother of grandmother Zelda).
The work load couldn't be handled by them alone, so grandfather had to hire other workers.
Grandfather's house played an important role in the development of the city, as it continued to grow. The railroad linked many LithuaniaBelarus routes. Grandfather had to travel often to Petersburg for business. Later, the sons and son in laws travelled to Petersburg as well.
The greater world influenced them greatly, when they returned to their small shtetl, life began to change. After work,
every evening at grandfather's house, there was lively entertainment and sometimes a harmonica could be heard.
The house was slowly rebuild on the corner of Sventzianer and Optaker Street. A large house now stood in its former place, with a large glass porch, a special roof was made for the porch, so that it would be a support when we needed to build a sukkah on the veranda.
All around he planted fruit trees, this piece of land was the only Jewish plot in the shtetl. (in those days Jews didn't understand the usefulness of trees). Grandfather shared the fruits with everyone.
Shabbos, the entire family assembled at grandfather's house, all the children and grandchildren, and all his Jewish workers. He was hospitable to all and took much pride in these gatherings.
He was a wonderful teacher and also had a beautiful baritone voice.
After Davening (praying) , we loved to go to our grandfather for Kiddush (blessings). The elders performed a lively L'Chaim and grandmother gave the children sweet cake, biscuits and taigelach (fried dough covered in honey).
For Succoth, grandfather invited the entire family and received them in his beautiful, decorated sukkah, we were all envious. Grandfather was blessed with a good sense of humour mixed with intelligent conversation and jokes.
Although he was a Misnaged, he was blessed with an inner enthusiasm and devotion, like a true Chasid!
Until this day the older folk remember my grandfather's famous dance: the beigele.
I had the opportunity to dance this beigele with my grandfather. I can still hear the music ringing in my ears of this famous dance.
Grandfather was a broad shouldered Jew, with a long blond beard, with sharp grey eyes, which were covered with thin eyeglasses. He looked like the Patriarch of our family.
Grandmother Zelda was a thin, small Jewish woman, blackcherry like eyes with a wig on her head. Her face was the expression of goodness. She was a quiet and simple woman and walked quickly.
Often, we thought, she was not walking, but she was flying through the house. With all her wealth, she always looked after the needs of others.
The grandmother Zelda was the head of the entire family. When someone got sick, she was the first one to look after him. She always had warm words for everyone, with honesty. With her intelligent demeanour she understood how to handle things, if someone was angry, she always tried to find a peaceful solution. Everyone confided in her, therefore she knew what was going on at all times.
We never saw her angry. She always spoke in a sweet and loving manner.
It is no wonder that grandfather and grandmother led such a peaceful and harmonious life.
The years passed like this, they eventually got older and all their business was transferred to their children. The sons and son in laws were treated equally, and they started to work at the train station.
On the line, which stretched from the Russian German border at Virershbolove through Kovne, Vilna, and Dvinsk almost reaching Paskov on the way to Peterburg
The Kovarski wedding, 1927, the largest family in New Sventzian
1- Lying: Avrasha Yoselovitch, Israel Kovarski, Yeciel Yoselovitch, Dovid Ben Abraham Kovarski, Moishe Kovarski
2- Kneeling: Katia KovarskiVofnik, Rivka KovarskiRavitch, Sheina KovarskiLichtsteyn, Sheina KovarskiSpiegel, Surah Kovarski, the tiny Tehila Yoselovitch
3- Sitting: Shmuel Nachum and Zelda Kovarski, parents of the bride, Zelman and Hana Laia Kovarski, the groom, B. Tenenwurtzel, bride Berta, mother and father Tenenwurtzel, Michal and Elia Yose Kovarski
4standing: Henech Ber Itzhak Kovarski, Hirsh and Chaia Feiga Gurwitz, Yitzhak and Sheina Kovarski, Heshl and Sara Kovarski, Abraham and Shifra Kovarski, Esther Beit Itzhak
5standing: Baila Yavitch, Abraham Vinik, Kalman and Genia, Abraham Ber Eliahu Yosef, Fania Kovarski, Leib and Genia Kovarski, Dovid and Rivka Yoselovitch
6standing: Tenenwurtzel, Osher Yavitch, Tenenwurtzel, Sara Bat Itzhak Kovarski, Motel Gurwitz, Yosef Ber Abraham Kovarski, Basia Kovarski, Israel Gurwitz, Rochel Leia Kovarski, Rochel and daughter Vidutzinski.
Almost all the train workers were under the direction of the Kovarski sons and sons in law.
Grandfather and grandmother, in those years, decided to rest more. They wed all their children. The family grew. Grandfather sold the large house with the large garden and built a smaller one with a smaller garden on Vilner Street. He kept busy only with glass making. As he was used to working the land all his life, he attended his small garden in his free time. Like this he spent a quiet and peaceful life.
Shabbos and Holidays the children and grandchildren came to him for the traditional Kiddush.
We came to grandfather to ask advice, and to grandmother, to tell a secret. We all gave them great respect and honor.
They took great pride in the large and well organized family they raised!
In the meantime, the first World War began, and the Jews were attacked and made to flee
NewSventzian was also affected. In 1915 the entire Jewish community left NewSventzian, they suffered for 4 long years. In this time the family suffered 2 tragedies:
The youngest son, Moishe Yacov, arrived in Koslov, and was infected with typhus and died. ShimonRuben died when he was caught in the fight between the Bolsheviks and the Belarusians which took place on the way from Rostov to Koslov.
In 1919 the Kovarski family returned to NewSventzian. The grandmother and grandfather returned to their former house. The children had to find other means of support. Under the Polish regime, Jews could no longer hold the position of railroad master. They all had other income and made a good living.
In 1931 grandfather died, in his 88th year, and in 1932, grandmother died, also the same age. They were alert and knowledgeable until the last minute.
May their memory shine forever!
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay and Janie Respitz
Between the Kaltinianer and Sventzianer Streets there was a small street called: the Synagogue street. On this street the first Balabatim (wealthier Jews) of the shtetl built a Synagogue, which was later called, The Old One, because several years later, opposite the Old One a new one was built, called The New One.
The Old One retained its original members, the disgruntled ones davened in the New Synagogue, together with the ordinary folk.
Both synagogues were in the same Misnagdim stream. In the evenings, a handful of Chasidim prayed in the Old synagogue in the hope to increase their numbers. They wanted to open their own Synagogue. New folk arrived which were Chasidim, such as the well known exportdirector Rabbi Hirsh Deitch with his sons, coming from Braslov; Yose Shneur from Postov, exporter of clothing and old iron, Beiner and others. The directors from the Baranover region, the manager Yudelevitch and cashier, Elkind; the head operator of the mill, Hirsh Kisberg, the son in law of Sholem Leib Gordon from Ignalina; Rabbi Shlomo Maimon, the manager of Hetzkel Persutzkes' store of heating oil and geese; Natan Shapiro from a large manufacturing enterprise, and others.
The Chasidic Minyan was built near the small railroad line, behind Eltchik Rudnitski's house, but we called him Eltchik the village elder in Russian.
On the high holidays, the brothers Tzipkins came to the Minyam, assimilated Polish Jews, who owned the only pharmacy in the region. Rabbi Deitch's children also came from Peterburg and Berlin: ZelmanMendel, Ahron and Avraham, his son in law, Stanietski. They were dressed in frocks and top hats.
To Rabbi Yose came: his son, Zelman, dressed in his school clothes, his brother Rafael from Warsaw, in his elegant hard hat and new clothing.
To Hirsh Kisberg, his sons Monia and Sasha came, in their clothes from the Gymnasia, to Rabbi Schlomo Maimon came his sons Michal, Zalman and Shmerl from Dvinsk, where they studied in the Gymnasia. To Rabbi Abraham Teitz, his sons Schmuel and SholemYitzhak from Vilna, to Rabbi Shmuel Shteingold or Schmuel the matchmaker, his sons Pinchas and ChaimMotel from Riga and other youth. They all came for the high holidays to pray in the Minyan.
When the Minyan burned down in the great fire of 1901, a new building was put up made of brick.
The rebuilding was done by Rabbi Yose Shneur, a pleasant and quiet Jew, deeply devoted to charity. He prayed with holiness, but also with his soul. Rabbi Hirsh Deitch was more restless, he shook from side to side, always fiddling around with his long beard, his tallith on his head and always in a hurry to bring out the Tefillim. What was brewing in his heart?
Rabbi Shlomo Maimon was always happy, and fiddling with his fingers as if he was directing a choir. Rabbi Shmuel, the matchmaker was completely different, broad shouldered and of medium height, was also in a hurry when he prayed.
Rabbi Fingerhoyt was small in stature, quiet and laid back, eyes always focused on the ground. As in his private life and his religious life, he was always devoted. And with one finger he tapped to the tune of the davening melody.
We used to joke, Rabbi Yose Shneur and Rabbi Hirsch Deitch from either side, together with Rabbi Zachariha, were always competing for attention.
On the other side stood Partun, praying,
Sheet music for Zachariha's Melody according to the memory of Heshl Gurwitch
who was swimming (was drowning in his own world) in the higher worlds, Reb Avrom Teitz, the Holy man, prayed sweetly with heartfelt fortitude. Yom Kippur he would sing Kol Nidre with wailing and the next morning, he would once again pray passionately Musaf and Neilah
Reb Dovid Milner would tear the heavens with his cries. He appeared to be standing, representing the Jews before the Almighty. His voice broke into one thousand pieces, he lifted up his arms and he pleaded for mercy. His shoulders shook and he cried.
Together with his belief and longing for redemption, Reb AvromYitzhak's Tcharnebrodki's voice rang out as he read the Torah.
This is how the Chasidim, each in his own way, sang while learning and praying, chasing away the sadness toward the eternal heavens.
Every Shabbos, between afternoon and evening prayers, we would hear the best singers: Reb Shloimeh Maimon, a soldier in the Czarist army, where he was a musician in the military orchestra: Zekhariah Fingerhot,
a player of Chasidic melodies and marches. Their metallic voices were captured by the crowd as they rose to heaven.
On Simchat Torah Shmuel the matchmaker would go through the streets and sing with great devotion. With great holiday joy, he would dance in the mud. Children, big and small would clap their hands and happily dance with him.
Once, Reb Shmuel the matchmaker's eldest son, Yisroel Henekh, came looking for his parents. He belonged to the Chabad. He brought new melodies. The Chasidim repeated the new melody with great joy and passion all afternoon. Reb Zakharia repeated it often so he could continue to sing this melody every Shabbos and holiday.
The next morning, Sunday, when Reb Zakharia went to open his spice shop, he tried to hum the melody. After a few bars, he realized he had forgotten the melody. He knew that Yisroel Henekh had to leave that morning for Riga. Without thinking too long, he ran to the train station. Tired from running, he was delighted when he spotted YisroelHenokh from a distance. He asked him to sing the melody for him. The train arrived, and they sang it a few times. The bell rang out and the train was about to depart. YisroelHenekh stood at the open door of the train and sang sweetly. Zekhariah repeated the melody.
The entire day in the store he was distracted, carried off elsewhere, humming the melody. His customers noticed his absent mindedness and did not understand what was happening.
The following Shabbos, between the afternoon and the evening prayers, in the darkness of the third meal, the Chasidic quorum was filled with the longing for the Shabbos that was ending, Reb Zakhariah gathered his
entertainers amongst those praying and began to sing his new melody.
This is how they continued the tradition, on future Saturdays, to sing the melody over and over. The new melody was the favorite. Even the Misnagdim sang it. They called it Zakhariah's melody because he sang it with such passion. He sang with the heat of a hot Jewish soul.
There is no longer the Chasidic quorum, with the singing Zekhariahs, YisroelHenekhs, Hirshs and those that sang along. But in a few places around the world, there are those that continue the tradition. Even people who left the Chassidic world, remember the melody and hum it deep in their souls, in the eternal silence that lives hidden everywhere, and will never end.
Translated by Janie Respitz
On the Shul Street, in the house where Rabbi Zvi Ratzker once lived, later lived Rabbi Eliayahu Kimkhi and his family. Rabbi Kimkhi came from White Russia, from the town of Motele, where the first president of the state of Israel, Chaim Weitzman, was born.
Even though we were neighbours, I could not value his greatness and deep understanding of the Torah. I could however tell you, that Rabbi Kimkhi was a kind, warm person. His character was displayed in his appearance. He had a beautiful persona, a kind face, and deep, dreamy eyes. Thanks to his warm, heartfelt understanding of our town, he got used to our Lithuanian NewSventzian. He was respected by the establishment and the youth who appreciated his progressive approach to the problems of Jewish life.
Belonging to the Mizrachi movement, he participated in all the Zionist activities and showed great interest in the exuberant Zionist youth.
Friday evenings, he would walk by our home, with his 2 sons, dressed in Shabbat clothing. In the summer we would wait by an open window to wish him: a good Shabbos, Rebbe!
As a neighbour, I would often visit their house and enjoyed spending time with his learned, clever wife, who had a lot of tact and would familiarize herself with the goings on in the town. The Rabbi would sit in the other room and study.
Often, I would notice, he would glance at us over his glasses and perk his ears to listen to our conversation. That's when I felt his involvement with the daily problems. He had a sense of the thread that tied him to the surroundings.
He had a great concern for the orphans, helping as much as he could. When it came time to marry off an orphaned girl, and there was a need for a dowry, he would collect money from the wealthier Jews. His wife would offer their home, bake and cook, and all the neighbours were invited to help make the wedding. This was not only for the orphans, but for all those in need.
When Hitler's hoards captured our town and the Lithuanians collaborated, Rabbi Kimkhi was chosen to sit on the Judenrat. He tried to do the best he could to help everyone. Together with everyone else, he was murdered in Poligon.
Working as an instructor with social workers amongst the Yemenite Jews in Rosh Ha'Ayim, I befriended a nice family, and told them about the greatness of our Rabbi, Rabbi Eliyahu Kimkhi. They were so taken by his justice and simplicity, they named their son Eliyahu, in memory of the great rabbi of New Sventzian.
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay
He was always quiet and modest, with controlled steps and controlled words.
He was naturally gifted with an inborn talent to paint and he loved music. He had a warm heart for every friend and every person. He loved animals, birds and plants. Besides all his loves he had another great love, the love of Zion. He was a devoted Zionist and he gave his whole being for the cause.
His day job started early every morning, when he went to the home of the Balabatim (rich folk) , first he went to attend the hens and geese: every hen had a name, one was called the stuck up one, because she always kept to herself, as she was too good for the others. Another one, the Panienke, because she had a pretty haircut. The third one, the Loud mouth as she was always quacking!
If God forbid a hen was sick, Motel was besides himself: he would do everything necessary to make them better.
After attending the hens and geese, Motel went into his garden. He was an excellent gardener. With much patience he tied up the tomatoes, watered the berries, pulled the weeds: all this he did with such agility. When he finished all his personal chores, he left for his day job
in the bank, here was his work: Motel Bak's work: the work of Motel Bak was performed with such skill!
At night when he arrived home, he made a second round inspecting the hens and geese and garden. But his best time were the hours he spent afterwards at his painting/drawings. He was the only theatre art director in the shtetl,
Motel Bak zl
but I don't know how much time he devoted to music, composition. I remember he colored with rich vibrant colors.
He was interested in landscape, figures, and used to draw signs and decorations.
He could spend long hours until the work was finished.
His dream was to make Aliyah to Eretz Israel, which he loved and held dearly.
Later he would not see the birth of the state of Israel, as he was murdered together with the other Jews by the Nazi and Lithuanian sadistic beasts!
Sholem Yitzhak Teitz zl
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay
Sventzian and Vilna are like a room in a house, said my mother one winter Shabbos morning, as I was laying under my warm duvet in my bed. My father was sitting at the table saying his weekly prayers. Father interrupted his reading, listened to our conversation and wanted to know why we were interrupting him.
Mother told him that Shneur left every Thursday at 6 in the morning to the train and at 9, was already in Vilna. He spent the day buying goods and by 8 in the evening was back home. He brought me a hearty good wish from my older brother, Shmuel, who worked in Vilna as an employee.
The purpose of her conversation was not the activities of Shneur, the store keeper, but of the wonders of the irontrain, and that we are so close to Vilna.
Being still a young boy, I didn't quite understand the importance of these words.
I was lying under my warm duvet, deeply immersed in my dreams. It was very early, through the window I saw a light snowfall, which was swirling in the wind. It didn't stop snowing and later, all was covered in a white blanket. It covered the rooftops, the bare branches of the trees in the parks and gardens. I thought the entire shtetl would become a huge pile of snow.
Father was still sitting at the table reciting his prayers, it was Shabbat Shira.
Father read and sang every word with a fine melody from this portion.
I was completely smitten with these words, which brought me to another world, far, far away from the shtetl, to strange foreign lands. I was with the other Jews of Israel at the Dead Sea, I marched together with all our ancestors between the two walls of the frozen waters….
Sventzianke and Vilnathese few simple words were said in a tone of arrogance and that is how we became known in the entire region as the Arrogant Sventzianker people.
Not so important, but we were such close neighbours with Vilna. We welcomed them like a long lost relative. This was not so important for us young lads, there was never a more beautiful and delightful place on earth than our Sventzianke! Our beloved place of our birth! What do we need those large towns with their Tzadikim, Rabbis, Yeshivas and Yeshiva lads. Do these Yeshiva Lads know how to climb trees like us? Can they throw stones in the rivers like us? Are there such beautiful forests in those large towns? Fields and valleys like we have here? Do they have such a beautiful river like our Zemiane? Do they have a larger hill than us, where we sled in the wintertime? Is there a lower valley where we have our old bath house?
We young folk were so in love with our shtetl, with all its nature and beauty!
A Wedding in the Shtetl
Our shtetl was like one family, together we celebrated all joyous occasions, as well, we suffered together in grief. When a child got married, this was a Simcha for the entire shtetl,
everyone was a relative, everyone was invited. The whole town was busy, the tickets were sent out by Yose the Shamash. He went from house to house, greeted everyone first and then laid the ticket on the table. The tickets (invitations) were printed in gold on colored paper.
For us young ones, more important than the invitations were the envelopes, which we opened with a sharp knife. Each color had its own worth, the white one, if received, was worthless. You didn't even want to touch it! A green one was worth buttons, the red ones were the most expensive, worth 3 copper buttons, Officer's with an eagle!
A red invitation was very valuable, no one wanted to sell it.
The invitation was only a formal process, the whole town knew of the invitation.
The day of the wedding soon arrived, all the people arriving by train went to the hotels. In the hall of Abba Gorfein, where the wedding was to be held, the noise and bustle was terrible. Here they fried teigelach and other things, cooked fish and roasted meat, all under the supervision of Chana Reizel, Abba Gorfein's wife.
The Klezmers would arrive early from Sventzian. Itshe the fiddler, Moishe Yode with his flute and Katzkel with his bass and cymbalom.
A few of us waited for the right moment, when they brought the bridebridegroom to the Chuppah (wedding canopy). The Klezmer played a happy march: Abraham Leib the master of ceremonies sang to the bride, women were crying and sobbing, the old rabbi recited the blessings and the Chazzan Schulman sang folk songs.
When the groom said his, I do, he broke a glass, and everyone in the hall shouted Mazel Tov. There was kissing, hugging and finally everyone sat down
at the beautifully set tables, said a L'Chaim and ate with hearty appetite the wonderful prepared food.
Then the dancing started. In short, a typical Jewish dance, a kosherdance, an angry dance, or Sherele, which we don't discuss. We do the customary dances as in most weddings. Also, the Kadril, like we called it, which was a traditional dance at all the weddings, even the Balabatim did this dance in a circle.
This is how the weddings enfolded until the early morning.
Weddings were not the only time the folk enjoyed themselves, also during the holidays, nothing to be ashamed of! We especially had a good time at Purim and Simchat Torah, celebrated in the synagogue, and especially joyous in the Chasidic Minyan.
On Simchat Torah, Hirsch Deitch, the wealthy one in the shtetl, made a L'Chaim with Ezriel the shoemaker; the Gabbai, Yose the Postaver, would share his cake with Yodel the watchmaker. Zacharieh Fingerhoyt, the Rabbi, sat in a corner singing a melody with several young folk.
You cannot describe the celebration by the Hakkafot. The ectasy was great! Shmuel the matchmaker went out in the streets with the Sefer Torah, dancing and singing.
Oh, you dear Jews!
What which spring do you draw such Joy? Such confidence?
Whoever saw this celebration, compared to a tree with roots that can never be torn out, couldn't believe what they were seeing!
Who could foresee, that a day would come, when we will be erased from this earth and this life! Which took years to build! That we will be swallowed up alive!
No word, no tears, which will ease our pain and suffering after such a mass destruction!
Through Light and Darkness we will bear the pain of the dead
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay
Abraham Yitzhak Rabinovitch
Abraham Yitzhak Rabinovitch was born in Sventzian, went to cheder here and then to the Telz Yeshiva in Vilna. As a young man, he started to work in the Baranover village, where they exported the wood from the Baranover forests, owned by KovarskiRagovin firm in Minsk.
He wed Sonia Krasnaselski from Ivye and made his home in NewSventzian. Using his knowledge in the forestry industry, he became a forestry exporter and did a lot of business with Germany.
During the First World War he didn't leave the village like many of the others, and remained in his beautiful house that he built on Rog Dolne and Shul Street. During the German occupation, the industry of wood export was ended, he then opened a small grocery store, and thus survived financially. The remaining Jews used to get together in the synagogue, and Jewish life started anew.
In the meantime, the youth decided to forgo the German school and language and to open a Jewish school, in their own language. This had to be given in writing to the German authority and signed by the elders of the shtetl.
Avraham had several children and his attitude was honest and devoted to the cause of Jewish instruction. He was one of the first to acknowledge the need for a school in the mother tongue, not in the regimes' language. Besides NewSventzian, there were no Jewish Folk Shuls in the region.
Avraham Yitzhak Rabinovitch
The others were frightened of his new ideas, but eventually came to see the benefits of a school in the Yiddish language with new pedagogical and nationalistic ideals. The development of the school was initiated; the arrival of the teacher Leizer Hellerstein, also a Telz Yeshiva Bocher, and with Rabinovitch, they rekindled their friendship. They benefitted, and together they began formation of the new school began.
In several years, when the community in the shtetl grew, Abraham Yitzhak Rabinovitch became one of the most important businessman and spokesperson.
Love and devotion for the Folk Shul and all the other needs of the community, Abraham was an important representative for his community.
When the Poles returned to the region, Avraham returned to his wood export business
and earned a nice salary. He was an ardent Zionist and was a member of the radical Shibut Zion. In 1923 he sold his business and made Aliyah to Eretz Israel. At that time it was considered an outstanding deed. An established Jew, with means and a business, well rooted in his community, to uproot and make Aliyah to Eretz Israel with 8 souls, was remarkable! Many couldn't understand this!
He made his home in Rishon Letzion, and started to plant tobacco. The cultivation of tobacco did not go well and he lost all the money he brought with him.
In order to get back on his feet, he left behind his family and returned to NewSventzian. He started again in the wood industry, and when he made some money he returned to Rishon Letzion. He opened a building supply store and things started to improve.
As a newcomer, amongst the older folks and older community, he became readily accepted and respected, well liked amongst the community.
Later he no longer upheld the religious ways. His health deteriorated and he died after a long and difficult illness.
The New Sventzianers in the whole world will always remember him!
Rabbi Chaim Leib Segalavitch
Rabbi Chaim Leib Segalavitch was the symbol of Reactzia in the shtetl. This continued from the time of the Russian Revolution of 1905. When the shtetl youth were protesting, he came out with an appeal, he made a disturbance and would not accept their protests.
After the death of Rabbi Zvi Ratzker, the division amongst the Rabbis produced 2 streams, Rabbi Chaim Leib was against bringing a modern Rabbi.
Rabbi Meyersetyn was brought and his biggest opponent was Rabbi Chaim. When trouble between the Mignadim and the Chasidim broke out in the shtetl, Rabbi Chaim Leib was the representative of the small Chasidic community.
When the Yiddish FolkShul was opened, Chaim Leib continued his fight. And again when the Hahalutz' was started, always a nosayer. Against new ideas and any new institutions.
He was different in other constructive ways: when the Jews were brought to Poligon, for the Gemillut Hesed, the Children's soup kitchen, the Peoples' Bankalways eager to help out.
He was also a wood merchant, as well as a Beer and Brandy merchant and was busy with his enterprises. He often felt guilty and ran to perform his religious duties.
He was broad shouldered, a little stocky, a wide face with a blond beard, but his community service he performed with diligence and accuracy.
He was quite popular in our shtetl and involved in its everyday activities.
He was a man of honor and popularity!
Shalom, the son of Sara and Israel Eliahu Berman, was born in 1893 in NewSventzian. In his youth he studied at the cheders in the shtetl and later he went to the commerceSchool in Dvinsk.
At the out break of the First World War, his family transferred their manufacturing business to Belarus. Shalom returned alone and lived in the brick house on Vokszalner Street.
He ran a restaurant and coffee house here, and earned a nice living from the German military that passed through. Shalom took an active role to restore the Jewish way of life. He helped found the Folks Library when the shtetl changed from a German to a Jewish school.
When the Balfour Declaration was declared, he founded the Ha'halutz society in his home for the workers. He was an ardent Zionist and preached the return to Eretz Israel, his enthusiasm was to transform the Jewish youth into workers devoted to building the land of Israel.
In 1918 when the Sventzianer region was taken over by Bolshevism ideals, Shalom Berman was hypnotized by the socialist movement. A short while later he changed course, discouraged, and his activities leaned more toward Bolshevism.
He returned to Zionism and was known as a hotheaded extreme Zionist. He was a follower of Zev Jabotinsky.
He parents returned from Russia and went to live in Vilna. He didn't have a steady income to support himself.
His dream was to make Aliyah to Israel. He didn't have a visa, therefore he engaged in illegal ways to go to Eretz Israel. In the end he succeeded and arrived in the land.
It was not the land of milk and honey and he suffered hunger for many years. After many years he finally got a position as a librarian and succeeded with this small income. This had an impact on his life.
When a friend wanted to help him, he refused. He decided, to everyone's wonder, to become religious, and at the old synagogue he became a Torah Reader.
He moved to B'nei Brak, and began a strict religious life. Everyone was shocked. Now he became known as religious and righteous.
Suddenly he was struck by bad luck. He had a heart attack and died in B'nei Brak. At his funeral, many orthodox Jews attended and gave him a great honor. He died in 1954.
He died alone, no family, his means were distributed to the Gemillut Hesed, in memory of those who perished in Poligon. (which exist by the name those who come from Sventzian to the land of Israel).
A separate plaque with his name was presented and this is how his memory is perpetuated by his friends and acquaintances.
With Shalom Berman's death we lost a just and righteous Jew.
Elyiahu Meyer the Melamed
A short, broad shouldered Jew, with a thin blond beard and weak stature, but with a strong belief and faith (confidence) , was the painter Elyiahu Meyer. His weak and sickly demeanour was due to his constant fasting and hardships. His deep faith gave him strength.
This world was only a passage, that lead to his palace. To the world to come! The worse one lives in this world, the better off he will be in the next life.
Elyiahu Meyer the Melamed was a man burdened with 8 children, and nothing seemed too hard for him to provide for his family: to fast, to eat a dry piece of bread, and sleep on a hard bench.
His life, the core of his existence, came from his study of the Torah. Whether alone or with others, especially with the schoolboys of Beit Rabinwith the small children.
At Elyiahu Meyer, studying from early till late at night, in a crowded room with small thin windows and clay floors, seated around 2 tables were tens of children studying Gemara and Tenach, swaying fervently.
Elyiahu Meyer sat in the middle and took great pride in his students. A small sacrifice he made, his wife, Malka, would bring him a little meal, which she prepared beforehand, like a piece of bread and an onion, or a piece of garlic and a thin soup.
Elyiahu Meyer led a very pious life, performing all the commandments. He fasted every Monday and Thursday.
His greatest joy was to welcome guests. When he heard that a guest or a poor man arrived in town, he ran to bring him to his home and shared his last piece of bread with him.
He was especially strict for the Shabbat. If his wife put the bread in the oven too late, he pulled it out half baked.
After his supper, which was a black soup, cooked with a bone, he continued his prayers with great fervour, and with bloody tears he cried? Hebrew
He didn't allow his children nor his students to go to the woods on the Shabbat. His two reasons they should not carry anything in their pockets, if (God forbid) there was no Eruv, and secondly, if forbid, they should destroy the grass or the twigs (when they walked on them).
Another Mitzvah he coveted: when a woman came to him to write a letter overseas to her husband, as he had a clear and beautiful handwriting, he was also able to write the English address.
Even in the worst cold weather, he went to the Mikvah to cleanse himself. A pure body and a pure soul went hand in hand.
When the Czarist Interior minister Trepov declared that all the cheders were to closed, Elyiahu Meyer wasn't frightened by this decree.
What can he do to him? Feed him bread and water? Put him in prison?
He was used to cold and hunger his whole life! The Mitzvah of learning the Torah was more important.
During the First World War, Elyiahu Meyer was in Russia, where he lived through the Revolution, it did not affect him, he did not change.
Translated by Anita Frishman Gabbay
When Rabbi Heshele was the Rabbi in Sventzian, this tale was told:
A wild wolf came into the town at night, he knocked at many doors and when they were opened he torn the people to pieces. About 20 people were injured. When he knocked at Rabbi Hesheles door, he didn't answer, so the wolf became very angry. The wolf went to my grandfather's door, Rabbi Chaim Tzarenovrodke, and he opened the door. The wolf attacked him and torn his over coat. He shut the door quickly. But from such a fright, his wife got sick and died.
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