Just received a distressing
letter from Sister Gitel, she is
actually starving with her family,
I will help her.
At the same time she states,
that the funeral of my late father
was the biggest ever held in
Sniatyn all ! old and young
alike went to pay the last honors
to my beloved father. I am
the saddest orphan alive
and I was deprived by fate of
the privilege to say Kadish
at his grave.
I feel now that his memory
is inspiring me to uphold
the dignity that was
my his fathers.Shalom Le-nafsho
I'm not sure why, but Papa's description of his father's funeral seems almost like something out of a fairy tale: the hillside of a European hamlet, covered with milling families, all gathered together to pay tribute to one of their leading citizens. This is consistent with Papa's previous diary entry in which he described his adult melancholy as a feeling of "lost paradise," as if the existence he knew in Sniatyn before coming to New York was somehow enchanted or blessed. Why, then, wouldn't we expect him to romanticize his father's funeral and the lost world it represented?
At the same time, Papa knows Sniatyn is anything but Paradise.* It's a place where Jews -- even Jews like his sister Gitel, the daughter of a beloved Talmud Torah teacher whose funeral was the largest the town ever saw -- could go starving with their families. Papa had a couple of moments over the last few weeks when he felt overwhelmed by the responsibilities of supporting his family in Europe and even expressed some resentment over his siblings' frequent requests for money, but thoughts of his father's example have clearly relieved him of those feelings for the moment.
Papa concludes this passage with a Hebrew phrase similar to the one he used a few days ago in reference to a departed family friend. In that case, Papa seemed to write Shalom Le-efro, or "Goodbye to His Ashes." Today's phrase appears to be slightly different: Shalom Le-nafsho, or "Goodbye to His Soul." Maybe he wrote the same thing in both entries, but they certainly look different:
Feel free to write or comment if you read these phrases any differently.
* Sniatyn would become the very opposite of Paradise during the Nazi occupation. This article from the Guardian, pointed out by our friend Aviva, shows a photo that seems to depict the murder of several Jews in the Sniatyner woods during the massacre of 1942. The article goes on to question whether the photo is actually from Sniatyn, but it's an interesting and touching read.