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<strong>Three</strong> <strong>Days</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>Moldavia</strong> ©Jack H Bloom 1997<br />
Hirlau. Gamliel who remembered my mother, showed me her home, my<br />
maternal grandparents graves and some graves of my fathers uncles and<br />
aunts. Back <strong>in</strong> 1981 jo<strong>in</strong>ed by his friend, Yitzchak Abramovitz, Gamliel also<br />
showed me around the delightfully decorated Hirlau synagogue. where we were<br />
photographed together. For this trip, not know<strong>in</strong>g if Gamliel and Yitzchak<br />
were still alive I copied that photo and took it along, to show passerbys<br />
and ask if they knew the men <strong>in</strong> the photo and how I might contact them.<br />
Arriv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Hirlau, Eugen found the "synagoga" by ask<strong>in</strong>g everyone and anyone<br />
where it was. I remembered it well. It had not changed. The graceful old<br />
build<strong>in</strong>g opposite, which had stored the records of the Jewish Community, had<br />
been torn down by Ceaucescu and replaced with nondescript block hous<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Eugen asked two kids stand<strong>in</strong>g nearby, how one might get <strong>in</strong>to the synagogue.<br />
They po<strong>in</strong>ted across the street offer<strong>in</strong>g that a man who lived there had the<br />
keys. The man came out, and I showed him the picture. He po<strong>in</strong>ted at the<br />
photo say<strong>in</strong>g; "Dos b<strong>in</strong> Ich" (That's me). This was Yitzchak Abramovitz, now 79<br />
and very much alive [see photo on next page]. I asked if Gamliel Greenberg,<br />
the other man <strong>in</strong> the orig<strong>in</strong>al photo, was still alive. He said "yes"; Gamliel,<br />
though widowed, was now 83 and <strong>in</strong> decent health. Yitzchak had seen him<br />
headed to the bank earlier that morn<strong>in</strong>g, but when we went to his house he<br />
was not there.. We set out to f<strong>in</strong>d him. We could not locate him now.<br />
Frumusica<br />
Not want<strong>in</strong>g to waste precious time, I suggested that we would go up the road<br />
to Frumusica, which my father had described as hav<strong>in</strong>g the horse at one end of<br />
town and the wagon at the other. I hoped to f<strong>in</strong>d my father's birth certificate<br />
(Dec. 29, 1894) and establish if there was a Jewish cemetery where I might<br />
f<strong>in</strong>d my grandfather's tombstone (I had been thrown out of Frumusica <strong>in</strong><br />
1981, but that is another story.) My father’s birth certificate wasn't there.<br />
though the officials of the little town certa<strong>in</strong>ly did search. The 100-year rule<br />
had moved all old records out of local towns to the county seat, Botosani.<br />
There was a fenced-<strong>in</strong> Jewish cemetery, but <strong>in</strong> such dishevelment and disrepair<br />
that there was no way to f<strong>in</strong>d a specific grave, even if my grandfather had<br />
been buried there. I took a couple of photos, recited an El Maleh; said kaddish<br />
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