Photo #7
Photo #7 will be hard -- but this photo is especially significant because among the four older gentlemen, third from the left is Dr. Marck, our beloved and very esteemed Rabbi who was killed along with 450 other Jews right next to the river Pruth. He is buried in a mass grave. This was the 70th birthday party of my paternal grandfather, the one with the white beard. My maternal grandfather sits next to him at the left. I don't remember who the fourth gentleman was. Both my parents are seen to the far left. To the far right stands my aunt Riva Touchmann and Muziu Tuchmann, well known sport stars in Czernowitz. They spent miserable years in Siberia. No longer alive. I sit in the bottom row (of course) flanked by my two cousins, Benno and Joli, who loved to smack me occasionally.
Picture #8
This one is easy. Not yet three years old, I stand here next to my stroller. Well nourished, wouldn't you think?
Picture #9
My parents' wedding picture God they look funny!
Picture #10
Picture #10 with me holding the cardboard again. I remember it was a blank one, and someone wrote on it on the finished photo. I think that this was made when my grandfather planned to go to Palestine. I don't know really what happened, whether he went, whether he returned. All I know is he died in Transnistria. I am flanked again by Benno and Joli. To the far left is Itzu Landmann, his wife holding their don Buki on her lap. Both of them were shot in Transnistria. Buki made his way - alone - to Israel at the age of nine. They were cousins. I am in touch with Buki, now a proud grandfather of two who live in Nahariya.