Sunday, June 2, 2024

The Inseparable Bond

 

As a young boy, my elder brother Hersh (diminutive version: Hershole),  spent a lot of time in the kitchen alone or with Mum. He liked the place and learned in it all aspects of food preparation.  

He also liked to be close to Mother, and she to him. During the Holocaust, they got separated ; he as a child of four was put in an orphanage whereas my mother was placed in ghetto Mogilev , Ukraine to face hunger, beating, sickness.

After returning from the Hell of Ukraine,   mother and son  became inseparable. 

Despite his obvious preference for the kitchen, he was not encouraged , though, to choose a culinary profession; it was not considered proper for young men .  At that time, young men were persuaded to acquire a technical or commercial line of profession.

Hersh (official name - Herman), liked neither of the above two categories. Besides  attraction to culinaria (and to amateur soccer), he had musical aptitudes, and wished to study music, precisely, violin playing. The sad truth was that we lived in a small town with no musical school and possibilities.  Culinary professional school or courses were inexistant either. My parents didn't have the means to keep him at studies in another town.

 So, he went on studying the violin with a private teacher, and in the meantime studied commerce and accounting to get a certificate that would enable him to start working and earn a living.

Years later, in Israel, he acquired a technical profession too, but lost any ambition for culinaria . He liked to cook for friends and family, displaying  his great skills on the matter, but nothing more. 

The inseparable bond between mother and son tragically came to an end,  in 1998 when Hersh died untimely (at  age 58.5)  during a tour abroad with his wife. The tragic irony was his final collapse  - while watching the Mondial  (Soccer World Cup) on TV (soccer being a great passion of his).






After his death I wrote a few words in all my three languages : romanian, hebrew, english.

"Hersh, my beloved brother  /Tall, handsome, a real charmer. Suddeny taken away from me, while on a trip to Hungary.
As a Holocaust child survivor/ You should've been given more years/  To wipe out your childhood suffering and tears".




66 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for the dear post about your brother. It is hard to think positive, I am sure. Although, I am glad he got to be with your mother.

    Such wonderful poetry about your brother's life. This is such a bittersweet post. Thanks so much for your post.

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    1. Thank you for your very kind words, Ellie.

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  2. My condolences, Duta. I am struggling for words, thinking of your mother being kept from her four year old child like that. I am glad they were reunited.

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    1. Thanks, Sandi. His deathdate falls next month (on the 4th of July), but for me it's every of every month.

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    2. every day of evey month.

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  3. So much sorry in this post; holocaust, and the loss of his life at such a young age. But also there is love, perseverance and the joy he felt with the things he enjoyed. I'm so sorry for this loss, you wrote a very nice tribute.

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    1. Sorry, for the sorrow, Mari. Yet, as you say, there were good things too (love, perseverence, joy for little things).. Pity you can't read the other two tributes (in romanian and hebrew).

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  4. Oh my goodness Duta - what a poignant story. I felt each word and your heart. I am so glad that they both survived and made it back to one another. I know his time was short and should have had more. I lost my dear brother when he was 51 - I think of him lovingly all the time. ♥♥

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    1. So, we have a common tragedy, Sandie, - the untimely loss of a brother.

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  5. The bond must have kept them alive and finally reunited. That's a beautiful tribute to your brother.

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    1. Indeed, Angie - it kept them alive. They lived for one another.

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  6. So sorry -Christine cmlk79.blogspot.com

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  7. This is a beautiful tribute to a much loved man. Thank you.

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    1. What one suffers as a kid, stays with him along the years.

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  9. What a wonderful tribute to your brother!

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    1. Thanks. I owed it to him; there were times I even felt envious about his relationship with Mom.

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  10. A beautiful tribute to your beloved brother who suffered in this life more than anyone deserves. May our God always give you comfort.

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    1. Thank you. Yes, Martha, only God can offer comfort to those in need.

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  11. What a wonderful tribute to your brother and a tragic loss. I hate to hear about wars and conflict. So terrible. Janice

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    1. We all hate wars and losses, but sadly, life provides us with plenty of them. The loss of my brother was a very tragic one.

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  12. Oh Duta what a tragic story So sorry to hear and what a beautiful words you wrote for your brother. Take care.

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    1. Writing words of regret and pain - was all I could do for him.

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  13. It's a bittersweet story...your brother had a hard life, but died doing something he loved.

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    1. His collapse while watching his favorite game added an additional dimension to the tragedy.

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  14. Duta, family stories like the one you tell move me. God should have rewarded him.

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    1. I can understand you Norma. I also get moved by these kind of stories.

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  15. It seems so unfair that a young man can survive the horrors of the Holocaust, only to pass away during a pleasure trip abroad. There is no justice.

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  16. Lovely tribute to your brother Duta. So sad and sorry for your loss.

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    1. Thanks, Margaret. Wishing you to never have any loss in life!

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  17. What a very nice tribute to you brother. Sorry for your loss.

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  18. He was so handsome, Duta. And yes, so wrong, so unfair for anyone to die so young, much less after having had such a tragic situation in his earliest years. I'm sorry he never got to pursue the careers he felt so deeply for when he was young. Understandable but still, so very sad. And i am sorry for his loss and how I'm sure it has made an impact on the lives of your family. If you were right here, I'd give you a big hug.

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    1. My Mom was exiled from Romania to Ukraine with two kids: the 4 year old brother, and a 2year old girl who went with her to Moghilev ghetto and died there of hunger. (I was born after the war).

      You can imagine now my tragic background, and the impact it had on my life.
      Thanks for understanding, Jeanie.

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  19. That's a very sad story about your brother ! He loved to cook, all chef cooks are men ! At home the wife cooks as profession the man is cook ! Your brother must have been a multi talented man, so sad that he had to die so early !

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    1. He was multitalented, indeed, with interests in major fields of life such as: music, sports (soccer), culinaria, commerce etc..

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  20. Your brother was so talented and he died doing something he loved. His tragedy was lessened a little by being reunited with his mother after the war, which does not make his story (or your Mom's) any less wrenching. You wrote a beautiful English tribute. I wonder if you made a typo, though- he died in 1958 at age 58 1/2? (I suspect he was younger, perhaps much younger). May his memory always be for a blessing.

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    1. Thanks Alana. Yes I made a typo. He died in 1998.

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  21. Boa tarde. Uma excelente terça-feira minha querida amiga Duta. Obrigado por dividir a história da sua família conosco.

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    1. You're welcome, Luiz. Have an excellent Tuesday too!

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  22. Oh DUTA, what a heartfelt, beautiful, sad post. I can't imagine what he and your mother must have suffered. Imagine what he could have done with either cooking or violin if he had just had the opportunity. Maybe he's cooking for his mother in Heaven and playing his violin for the angels. Big hugs to you my friend.

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    1. It's indeed, unimaginable. There was and is so much cruelty in the world!
      I hope my Hersh does in Heaven all activities he liked to do on Earth, especially cooking and music.
      Thanks for the hugs, Alicia dear.

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  23. What a story - filled with tragedy and love. I'm glad Hersh was reunited with his mother. May his memory always be for a blessing.

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    1. Yes, Lorrie, a story of love and tragedy. May his memory always, be indeed, one great Blessing!

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  24. Tienes razón Duta, tu hermano murió muy joven, sí que merecía vivir más años.

    Abrazos.

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    1. Thanks, Conchi for supporting my feelings about it.

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  25. OMG, my heart. Thanks for sharing about your wonderful brother. He died doing something he loved. Light and love to you!

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    1. Yes, he was wonderful, and he died while he was trying to watch his beloved soccer game. Thanks Lux G. for the light and love sent to me by you.

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  26. Me has emocionado con tan entrañable y triste historia familiar. Ojalá que no se vuelvan a repetir mas caso como este de genocidio en el mundo, e imagino lo que tuvo que sufrir tu pobre madre en ese campo de de exterminio nazi y separada de sus hijos, y aunque los dos lograron sobrevivir a tan grande barbarie, quedémonos con la parte buena del reencuentro y de esos años que vivieron juntos y felices, aunque muriera tan joven...Dios lo quiso así, por lo que en paz descanse.
    Un fuerte abrazo

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    1. Thank you Manuel, for your kindness and understanding. Yes, it's God's will after all, that decides our life and death. We are but believers and followers.

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  27. Thank you, Duta, for sharing this portrait of your late brother. It’s unfortunate that he was not able to pursue his obvious love of cooling, but sweet to read how he shared it with your mother.

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    1. Sweet indeed was the sharing of cooking passion between the two: mother and son who managed to survive the Nazi Hell in Moghilev, and come back home.

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  28. Boa noite de quinta-feira minha querida amiga Duta. Tenho certeza, que eu amaria conhecer os mercados de Israel.

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    1. Markets everywhere in the world, Luiz, inclusive those of Israel, are a delight to the senses.

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  29. This is such a beautiful tribute to your brother.

    All the best Jan

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    1. Your words are warming my heart, dear Jan.

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  30. What a lovely and heartbreaking memoriam. I'm so sorry you lost him. Sandra sandracox.blogspot.com

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    1. Terrible loss, indeed. Thanks , Sandra, for your kind words.

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  31. a beautiful tribute. I am sorry for your loss as his sister and for his wife.

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    1. That's sadly, all we are left with - a tribute, a memorial. Thank you, e, for your kind comment.

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  32. Oh, how sad. I have no words, but now I know you once had a brother. 😢💔 What a sacrifice your mother made by finding shelter for your brother during the war. At the same time, so heartbreaking for both of them.

    Did food then form a bridge between them at their reunion?

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  33. Duta, thank you for sharing about your brother and the closeness he shared with your mother. I'm so sorry for your loss because regardless of how long ago it was that our loved ones pass, we still miss them. xx

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    1. True. Time is nothing when you loose someone in your family. The loss is always with you: mind and soul.
      I appreciate your kind words, Dianna dear.

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