Kompaneyets in Paris, in
1930 (director Blumental) in Belgium, and then before
the outbreak of the Second World War in Paris, then
returning to Belgium.
Zalmen Zylbercweig
characterizes him this way:
"Shefner was an original
type. I have, among Yiddish actors not seen them all.
Such purity, such neatness that surpassed every
imagination. He used to wear a coat very soon, and his
appearance very much landed, dressed himself in life,
even on stage, if the role required it for his 'amant'
roles, exceptionally elegantly. Not only did he
constantly, from act to act, also hit the soles. He was
a very skilled dancer and a fine 'couplet' singer. His
acting talent was not so specially shown, but later he
actually took to the world as a star, in the first
roles."
About his tragic end, his
sister Malka writes:
"He played in Belgium, where
he received a letter from Lodz from our father, in which
he invited him, that when his mother was not alive, and
he is old and doesn't feel well, that if he still wanted
to see him, ask him to come home. That his dad really
loved him. Yakov traveled to Lodz, perhaps six or seven
weeks before the outbreak of the wear in 1939. He
considered it a few weeks. While he was there he began
to play theatre, and as such he remained there until the
war broke out. I was surprised that he then was found in
the province, I did not know what they were doing, but
they all returned to Lodz. It didn't take long for the
Germans to settle in France. At the beginning, they did
not kill the Jews. I wrote to him, but I never received
an answer. Until one time I met an acquaintance who told
me that he got a message from Lodz, but through Italy,
and he permitted me to write several words in his letter
to my family. A short time later a friend brought us a
small letter from my brother Yakov, who mentioned
nothing about my younger brother Moshe, but wrote
that he and their father were going to live where their
uncle lived (the father lived in the Old City), and from
that I understood that they went over to the ghetto. A
second time I again received a short letter from him,
with the plea from him to send money. So as no one
wanted to accept any money from me, I began to send him
packages that they could sell or exchange. I received no
reply. In the meantime, trouble has begun for us in
France. Various new laws were being fled every day.
After the war I kept looking
for my brothers. I gave up the old facts, because it was
easy to understand that an old sick man would not be
able to endure his troubles. Later, my brother, my only
brother, Shmuel, who lived in Frankfurt, wrote to me
about the beautiful years, when he realized that Jacob
and his father had gone hungry in the Lodz Ghetto."
M.E.
Sh.E. from his sister Malka and Zalmen Zylbercweig. |