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Escape to New York
        one’s  feelings  in  public?  Restraining  the  gesticulation  or  oral
        expressions  of  pain  and  mental  distress,  hiding  them  under  a  thin
        veneer,  keeps  us  from  annoying  our  neighbor  with  our  sorrows.
        And, of course, any outburst of joy or happiness may cause him envy.
        In  the  old  country,  where  the  Jewish  population  was  crowded
        together  in  small  towns  and  lived  neighborly,  one’s  sorrow  and
        suffering  was  not  hidden  but  expressed  outwardly  in  the  loudest
        protests, and one’s neighbors joined in, as well. Thus, when my time
        came  to  leave  home  for  America,  which  meant  leaving  forever,  it
        brought  anguish,  tears,  and  loud  protestations.  The  noise  was
        endangering my escape, because  our neighbors were  enemies, even
        though relatives, who would give information to the authorities and I
        would be apprehended. I had to say goodbye in a hushed voice and
        leave without one of the family coming out of the house to see me
        off.
           Young people in this country often leave home for college or to
        seek jobs, and their parents expect to see them again sooner or later,
        but when those emigrants left the European continent looking for a
        new home, there was no hope for their old parents to see them again
        in  their  lifetime.  It  is  for  them  a  tragedy  like  burying  a  son.  My
        mother could scribble a little Yiddish, but could not write a letter to
        me. My father could not write every word she asked him to put down
        in the letters he wrote me, but I felt when I received one from home
        that my mother’s heart was wrapped in the envelope. In Genesis, the
        story  says,  “therefore  shall  a  man  leave  his  father  and  mother  and
        cleave to his wife.” When one is married and spends long years with
        his  spouse,  raising  a  family,  his  wife  serves  him  as  a  mother  with
        tenderness and love. And when he loses his wife in his old age, he
        loses also his second mother and grieves for two beings.
           I did not have the money to buy passage to America. My sister
        Chaia, whose husband was in the army and had been transferred to
        Manchuria a few months before the Russo-Japanese War broke out,
        encouraged me to get away. She had two silver candlesticks from her
        wedding presents and a little gold watch given by her fiancé‚ before
        marriage. To save my life she pawned them, all the silver and gold in
        her possession, and gave me the money, together with ten rubles she
        had earned from doing washing for other people. In her eyes were

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