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Shabbat and the Jewish Holidays |
Shabbat In my ears there still rings the words of the old melody: "Jews, go to synagogue!..." his would be called on Friday evenings by the elderly Shammash R' Welwel. A tall, healthy Jew, white-grey like a dove, he would walk through the small streets knocking on the stones of the bridge with his thick cane, "Jews, go to Synagogue!..." and as though under the operation of a magic stick, Sabbath would descend upon the shtetl. The shops would be locked up, the smoke from the chimneys would stop and soon the Sabbath light would begin to flicker from all the Jewish windows. |
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of silver Hannukah menorahs, Sabbath candlesticks and seder plates
confiscated by the Nazis.
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An eerie stillness would be
spread over the entire town, over the square, in the small streets, and
stretch across the fields to the nearby woods, where the youth dutifully
celebrated the Sabbath peace. --Icchak
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►► From Łosice; in Memory of a Jewish Community, Exterminated by Nazi Murderers, 1963 |
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