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In the bathroom was a big barrel that contained water, and the water provider Michel tossed in two pails of water from the river. There was a stairway, which we climbed to go to the attic, where we hung our clothes to dry them off. In another corner were things that we no longer used. I liked to climb up to the attic and poke among the accumulation of things. I was happy when I found a treasure of books in Yiddish most of them were theater plays; I read them with enthusiasm while seating next to the small window, laughing while reading comedies or spilling tears on tragedies or dramas. Why were these books in the attic? Certainly it was for lack of space in the house. There was no place to put a closet for books. In the basement there were barrels with pressed cabbage, cucumbers in brine, and flasks with marmalades of currants and plums.
In the big kitchen oven we baked challah (braided bread) for Saturday, and we cooked soup. As was common in this type of house, there was a pit under the oven, where we stored potatoes. It was for me the most thankless task to go into the pit with a candle in hand and fill a basket with potatoes, while from the surroundings I heard the creaking of crickets.
As I said at the beginning, the house was my grandfather's property. He and my grandmother occupied a room. My uncle Leizer, my mom's brother, returned from Argentina to his patent's house because of a serious illness, and he died when he was 28 years old. He did not have a good relation with his stepmother who was very greedy. She hid eggs and the bottle of oil under the bed.
Grandfather's daughter, Chaia, at the beginning of the 1920's escaped with her husband David Goldberg to Leningrad, after the defeat of the Bolsheviks in their fight against Poland. The Poles jailed her husband for communist activist crimes he commited when our town was under the Bolsheviks rule. He was condemned to death, and was imprisoned in a Brest jail. Then grandfather sold the cow, and with money he obtained he was able to bribe the jailers. David was freed, and he crossed the frontier toward Soviet Union with his wife .
Grandfather's older son, David, emigrated to the US, and there he became a dynamic activist of the Caps Makers Union in Philadelphia. Grandfather's second son, Moishe, died tragically in a work accident, at the flourmill of our town. Grandfather was left with his young daughter Vichne, who is my mother.
My grandfather was an old man. He had a partially gray beard , and good smiling eyes. His trade was to sew caps that he then sold in his small market stall. People nicknamed him "skins vendor of Shereshev", because he came from that town near Pruzhany. He died from a heart attack, in front of my eyes. Grandfather had come home one evening very tired, and sat down on the seat beside the big oven. He told with pride to his family that I went to his stall in the market, and asked him for five coins to buy chocolates, and if at that moment he didn't have it, I would return later and try again . Suddenly, while he was speaking, I heard a strong snore and he fell off the seat dead.
Obviously this caused a lot of turmoil in the household. They took me to the neighbors' house, the Reznik family, even though their children were sick with the measles. Mom said: "anyway all boys should get this illness". After grandfather's death, his second wife returned to Brest, her native city, and there she worked as teacher.
I was then alone with my family in grandfather's house: Vichne my mother, my father Eli Mote Bokshtein, me, Feigele, and my two siblings Berele and Leizerke. Mom inherited the house and the business, but this caused us many problems. Many of the clients worked in the local sawmill, and were formerly soldiers of the "white" army (loyal to czarist regime that fought against the Bolsheviks). They used to buy everything using credit notes, and suddenly they disappeared. The trade was without merchandise, and with a big pile of worthless credit notes. In vain, dad traveled by bicycle or by sled throughout the town looking for the debtors.
Our neighboring Sheime Kogan worked in our house sewing caps. While he worked
he sang songs and Chasidic melodies. From then on, I like liturgical songs. I
liked to sing. When I went for a hair cut Sapir the barber sat me down on a
plank that he put on the seat, and asked me to sing him a song. Then I sang to
In front of my window in the garden
Beautiful flowers grew
But a young boy arrived
And my flowers he took
When I recall my love for singing, I'm also reminded of the people who encouraged me and strengthened this love in me.
It seemed to me that my parents had financial problems, because they rented
grandfather's room. First was to the teacher Shaftan and his wife, and later to
the teacher Bayon, his wife and daughter. Bayon used to sing beautiful songs to
his daughter that I listened to and repeated.
My head, my head hurts me
My head hurts me, around it rotates an apple!
Near my house lived the music teacher Leibl Kaplan. I sat down under his window, and listened for hour to the arias and beautiful opera melodies that sprang from his gramophone or from his violin.
Teacher Rochel Chamiel Shapira played the piano. Melodies floated from her
house, while I listened to them with attention. Doctor Arian's wife gave violin
lessons to most capable and sensitive children; she did it for free. This also
attracted me. Especially, I liked to sit down in the small balcony of our
neighbor, the shoemaker Kogan, and to listen to the beautiful songs, and guitar
and mandolin melodies played by his children Sheime, Shilim and Hershel. Their
sister Machlia, was my best friend and therefore their house was open to me,
and I could listen to the melodies and songs of her siblings. Their father, the
shoemaker, also joined in the songs while sitting on his small bench in front
of his worktable repairing shoes. I still remember the popular song that he
liked to sing
A heavy stone in my heart I will hang And to a deep lake I will hurtle
And the firemen's wind orchestra! I liked to listen to the songs and marches they sang as they paraded, or when they rehearsed. I still remember their whole repertoire: "Jewish girl, Jewish girl who died virgin", and also "Sweeter than honey you are for me, Chana Beile of Paris" .
On Friday evening, there was a lot of activity in the home. It was not a common day, it was eve of Saturday. Nadia, the young girl that helped mom at home knew how to speak Yiddish. She cleaned the house, scrubbed the floors and then extended the small carpets. She helped with the cooking and baking. I liked to taste and to approve all that was taken out the oven. I still remember the flavor of those currant cakes and cinnamon cakes. I used to cut the cakes, and eat the middle part that was the most tasteful. I wasn't too lazy to step up on a chair and take from the closet the big bottle of home-made "vishniak" (liqueur), and have several sips as "custom demands it"
On Friday at dusk, we were prepared to receive Saturday, had taken our baths, and were dressed with clean and festival clothes. On the white cloth were two chandeliers. Mom lights Saturday's candles and blesses them On the table two covered challahs, the plates, forks, knives and tablespoons . We were going to eat gefilte fish, chicken soup with noodles, chicken with carrot stew, and a dessert. We all will be happy, and I will be full with satisfaction.
On Saturday afternoon, after drinking something hot and eating other delights, dad and mom rested lightly. We children left to go for a walk with them, if time permitted. In general we went to the left area, which is along the railroad tracks. Pines grew along both sides of the tracks, and we listened for the voices of youngsters who made mischief in the bushes. When returning to our town, we went by cereal fields whose blue flowers were dispersed among rye sowed fields. My friends used to imitate my parents who hugged as they walked. But I liked my parents' behavior, so I didn't get angry with my friends for joking about it and I laughed with them.
(Of the book of Fanny Brener "The first half of my life" Ed Y. L.
Peretz, Tel Aviv, 1989)
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Ytshele my father, was the son of a family that was blessed with many children. He had cousins, nephews, and many, many neighbors. I met my father's siblings through the stories, and they appear in my memory, acquiring a special characteristic in my fantasy. The same thing happens with their parents, my grandfather and grandmother that I didn't have the privilege of knowing, uncles and aunts, and even neighbors. The images of all of them filled my fantasy. I knew that my grandmother worked from morning until night, and she was always busy doing something.
When children asked her for something unnecessary she refused them, but if a hungry person entered her kitchen, she always left him satisfied. My grandfather was a merchant, and was away from home most of the time because of his work. When he returned, the whole family surrounded him and listened with great attention and respect. My uncle, my father's brother competed to see who was more mischievous. Of all of them, the one that I knew personally was my aunt Henie. Another aunt, younger than my father, Leah, was murdered in the endless wars that impacted the town.
I liked to listen to the mischief of the small Ytshele, four years old. I delighted in hearing the story about his attempts to climb the pear tree planted in the patio of the Cheder teacher, to get to the top of the leafy tree and find the treasure the best pears. I liked to listen to this story many times.
I also "met" a teacher of special personality whose name was Shmuel Bam. When the students arrived, they hoped to find in front of them a common "cheder" rabbi. But he was something exceptional, and astonished the children and their parents. He not only taught the prayers of the Sidur, Torah and Talmud, but the astonishing thing is that he also taught arithmetic. Arithmetic? Who ever heard of a person like this? When was it he rabbi's job to teach arithmetic? And get this: whenever parents came pick up their chldren at Cheder, they were surprised and astonished by novelties. One of the surprises: he hung on the door a note with tasks schedule and weekly study program.
Another novelty: One fine day he started to teach Hebrew! Impossible to believe! In the town only Yiddish was studied and spoken. Why suddenly Hebrew? Shmuel Bam didn't give in. He believed that Jewish children should know Hebrew, and that this one was their language. Without knowing him personally, I always thanked him from the deepness of my heart for the good Hebrew that my father had acquired. When he arrived as new immigrant in Israel, the knowledge of this language helped him a lot. The novelties continued. One day Rabbi Shmuel decided to dedicate some time to song classes! Never had such a thing been heard of in Kartuz Bereza! And which songs did he teach? My father used to sing the refrain "Quickly siblings, quickly" and "On the main road somebody threw a rose". To sum it up, the rabbi was a unique character in that time.
My memories of Bereza are not only experiences and nostalgias. My father's last story is engraved in my memory. It happened when the town was no longer there. During World War II when Germans were about to conquer the town, my father escaped because he was an active member in an organization included on the German black list. He escaped alone, saved his life, but left all his family there. When war ended he wrote to his family, but didn't receive any answers to his letters. Time and again he wrote to his relatives, friends, and neighbors. To all those that he knew, he asked what happened? Nobody answered his letters.
When he was completely disappointed, he wrote to town's postmaster, asking him to give the letter to the first Jew that enters to post office. In that letter, my father asked to be told about what had happened to his family and with all the Jews in the town. Somehow the letter arrived in the hands of a Jew who was not from around there, and by chance had entered post office. He got interested, and wrote to my father to inform him that regrettably all the Jews of the town were murdered by the Nazis, and nobody was left alive.
I also "lived" this end as if I did it with my own eyes. This stayed
with me until the end of my days as if I had been there, in the Valley of Death
of Jews of Kartuz Bereza
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Bereza, Bereza, my town!
My soul despairs of nostalgia
Even if nobody sends an air letter
My heart for you is destroyed
Where are my children?
Where are my parents and wife?
Console me, friends,
Come to help me
I see before my eyes the small cheder
There several years we stayed
The beautiful and innocent youth
Who can believe that this has happened?
I walk in contour
All silent, all dead
It was not seen to palpitate any soul
My hours are black and sad
From the day of my birth and up to now
Satan was active
Poor myself
Where my three children are
The cheder transformed into cemetery
Nobody was left alive
All collapsed and exterminated
In a dark time
Bereze, Bereze, my town
What have they made of you, of my house?
What happened to people and to the "chadarim"?
They eliminated them and they were war victims.
We leave for a train journey
We leave on a trip toward unknown
Just yesterday she told me that she loves me
Just yesterday I told her I love her
And like a nightmare returns at night in my dream
The man of mustaches, and the black swastika
And as a dream she disappeared
I hope he will not return
That day they separated us
And that day something died inside me
And instead of going for a walk together between the sky and the water
I give turns alone, in middle of many dead.
And like a nightmare, he returns in the dream of the night,
The man of mustaches, and the black swastika,
And as a dream she disappeared
I hope he will not return.
And now I am here without her
And only memories of death go by my mind
She left with other six millions
And every night I hear them crying
The man of mustaches, and the black swastika
And as a dream she disappeared
I hope he will not return.
And you that live here, without knowing about her,
And you that live here without looking behind
Only you can learn of history
And prevent the bad man from returning
Yes only you can stop the swastika.
I knew that there was no way she could fulfill the promise, but I liked a lot to sit down and to listen to her when she spoke to us of her town and her family. We took pictures out of the box, mom told us about them, and I listened and asked her questions. The last year of her life, when she already spent most of her time in bed, we spent many hours "in Bereza", with her family and her relatives. In time, I knew many details and particulars of my mother, her childhood, her family, and in general on Bereza.
Mom's house, the house of Chaia and Yosef Chaim Podorovsky, was located in the heart of town. It was a wooden house that my grandfather built with his own hands. The wooden planks were from trees cut from the forest, and they lifted this way a wide house, with many rooms, some of which were rented to the Municipality of Bereza and to other people.
In the main room there was a big table, and gathered around it were the family and the relatives that came to visit us, some of whom even stayed until spring. The table was covered with wine-colored velvet, and on it sat another white cloth. On one side of the room was a carved piece of furniture, and on it were a couple of silver chandeliers, and other sacred decorations. In front, in the corner, there was a copper samovar that we polished from time to time. The windows were covered by hand knitted curtains.
At mom's home there was ample water and in the patio there was a reservoir. One of the rooms was special: it was used for the festival of Succot, and my grandfather used to live there all seven days of the holiday. I also remember the bath that was leaning on four lathed paws, and the long copper faucets glowed The house had a basement, and during the summer my grandparents stored the best things there, which were to be used by the family and the visitors, especially during winter. There was everything: sweets, cucumbers in salt, sweet and sour cabbage, dry fruits, potatoes and other fruits and vegetables.
My maternal great-grandmother lived with my parents in Kartuz Bereza at times, and at other times she traveled to United States where her daughters lived that emigrated fearing the government, because they were activate in politics. This great-grandmother, my mom's grandmother, was the midwife of the town, and she helped deliver almost all the children in Bereza. Only my mother and her brother Michl survived the Holocaust, while the rest were murdered. Michl was the oldest brother, emigrated to Argentina in 1927, raised a family there, and died in April 1991.
The siblings murdered in the Holocaust were Sarah, married and with two children, the oldest a boy and a daughter named Matele. Another sister, Libe, married, studied sewing with her mother and painting with Moishe Bernshtein and then got a diploma as dressmaker. The third sister was Maite, teacher of Physical Training. One of the brothers was Ydl; he was the pride of the family and my mother liked him a lot. In the Ghetto he married Rivka Bernshtein, sister of the painter Moishe.
The last one, the very dear youngest child, was Leibele, be his memory blessed. My mother Civia, emigrate to Israel in 1937. Here she married my father, and gave birth to me and my sister Chaia who was named after my grandmother. Chaim Podorovsky my grandfather, was a blacksmith. His gold hands created all sorts of perfect things. For example, he made a bicycle as a gift for his first grandson, on the day of his bar mitzvah."
My grandparents Chaia and Chaim Podorovsky were religious people. Their house was open for advanced Judaism and for universal culture. Ydl studied in the cheder of teacher Minkovitz and later continued his studies in Vilna Polytechnic. My mother said that he always had in his suitcase a toiletries bag and the bible. She told us with pride that he finished his engineering studies with excellent marks.
I met uncle Michl when he visited us only one time in Israel in 1978, and I was very satisfied to be with him, and to listen to his wide literature and poetry knowledge, and his mastering of several languages. He told me: "All this is of house"
Our mother taught my sister and me to love literature and poetry. She recited to us poetry of Kadia Molodovky who was born in Kartuz Bereza, also Miriam Yeliv-Shtekelis's poetry, and Bialik's poems. Through Kadia's poetry, mom walked with me and my sister Chaia through her house and her town that she loved so much.
In the 1950's when Kadia lived in Israel, we used to visit her. The relationship between Kadia and my mom began in Bereza when mom was a girl and Kadia was already 18. She rented a room in grandfather's house. Mom said that grandfather used to point his finger at her and say "You will see, she will be a poet some day." I want to highlight, to mom's pride, that the first poem I recited was "Open the doors"
An atmosphere of tolerance reigned in my grandfather's house. No fanaticism. Around the table sat down bundists, communist, Zionist, socialists, revisionists, and what not? As a Jewish rule, many times they discussed, maybe they fought verbally, but mainly there was a cultural atmosphere .
How much it pained my mom's parents that their children were no longer rigorous in the execution of the 613 precepts. I should highlight that they respected the habits of the house and the religious feeling of their parents.
I could continue about the house garden, the forests and the blueberries, the lake frozen during winter, the dynamic social life, the loves and disillusions, the discussions and the search of new roads, my sister's Libe beauty and her loving children, my grandmother's Chaia works, virtuous woman, etc., etc. The stories on mom's family are endless, and they will never finish for me
Mom died 11 Tamuz 5751 (1991). I thought to myself: she will surely find in the world of absolute truth, all her dear beings that she missed so much, and she had so much nostalgia for them for so many years.
Maybe this is my comfort
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In the 1920's, I used to hear tales from the elders and especially from my father's lips. On the fast of Av, I would go with my father to the old cemetery on Sditva street (Babitz lane) to visit the graves of our ancestors. We also visited the new cemetery on "Beit Hachaim" street (Cemetery street), and there again I would hear the stories about his family, and the past generations.
Our family came to Bereza from the area called Tabulitz. When the Russian authorities demanded the citizens of Great Russia to adopt a surname, the end "ky" was added to the city's name and we got the surname "Tabulitzky".
These are the members of our family, according to the generations: The first one known according to a document in my hands, is buried in the old cemetery on Sditva street (Babitz lane) and was named Zvi and was born about 1750. Zvi's son was Yacov Ury born about 1790 (he's buried on the new cemetery). Yacov Ury's son was Eliohu Yosef, born around 1821. Eliohu Yosef's son was Aaron Yehuda, born around 1851. Aaron Yehuda's son is my father Moishe, born around 1878. My father Moishe, my mother Zahava Blumrosen and my sister Rachel (May God take revenge on their blood), were murdered by the nazis and their local helpers (may their names be erased), on the Ghetto's annihilation on the first of Av, July 15th of 1942, in Brona Gura.
Yacov Ury Tabulitzky was a pious and God-fearing Jew, and an entrepreneur. In the middle of nineteenth century, he worked on the paving of the main Warsaw-Moscow road. The elders of the town used to say that the application for paving took place on a Saturday afternoon in Saint Petersburg. The government officials asked Yacov Ury to sign the statement, but he refused to profane the Sabbath and he left the application office. Anyway, he was called back to the Russian Ministry of the Interior and he received the paving contract, one of the bigger development works in the Russia at that time.
The construction was carried out thanks to the help of thousands of hands, to the authorities satisfaction. To show their gratitude for his work, the czarist government transferred to YACOV URY's inheritance two large agricultural farms: farm Lusasin beside Ruzhany on a 4500 Russian hectares area, which is about 45000 dunam, and farm Avirantzitz Linowo, beside Pruzhany on a 1700 Russian hectares area, which is 17000 dunams. This deed permitted enlarging the limits of Jewish settlements in more than 100 farming settlements, which turned into urban settlements. Regarding this transference of the two farms to Yacov Ury, there was a commitment to share it between the three religions Russian orthodox, Catholics and Jews in order to install houses of pray, cemeteries, and cultural and social institutions as well. The farm Avirantzitz Linowo developed as a town, and parts of its lands were given to the religious representatives. The farm was sold by my father's intermediary at the end the 1930's. The farm Lusasin was annulled by the polish authorities who ruled the area since 1920. These polish authorities said their peasants had priority because they collected branches from the farm's trees, and therefore they prohibited cutting down trees because this would prefent them from collecting the branches.
After many trials in several Polish courts, we had no choice of either continuing to pay the high taxes on the farm property, not enjoying our rights, or forfeiting the property to the Polish government thereby getting rid of the high taxes and the risk of impounds. We finally gave the property to the Polish government.
This was an usurpation from an anti-Semite government from its center in Warsaw, and its aim was to deprive the Jews of all their farming goods in the whole territory! Our family, in the vast czarist territory, was one of the few who owned a large amount of farmland.
Yacov Ury Tabulitzky built the "rich" synagogue on the main road in Bereza, and another in one of his properties, with seating capacity for 60 men and 60 women. He also supported a group of ten Jews ( a miniyan) who were paid to take part in the three daily payers. Among them were Aizik Molodovsky, teacher Urke and Piny the shoemaker. I heard this from them when I was 8 years old. Yacov Ury also developed community institutions, built the public bathhouse and the double line of stores in the market.
The money from their rental was set aside for charity institution expenses. He built many houses along the main road for his relatives, near his own home. Over a long period of time before the October revolution, most of his descendants moved to live in the big cities like Minsk, Moscow and St. Petersburg. Only my father and his family stayed in the town. My father was sold on the Zionist ideology. When national Zionism appeared at the end of the last century, he studied its culture at the famous Yeshiva of Volozhin, along with his older brother Itzhak Tabulitzky. Itzhak later settled in Lomze, and headed the religious community there.
My father was a constant Zionist activist in the "Center Zionism" group. He took part in the famous Minsk council, and had interviews with Zionist activist from Russia, at his brother's and sister-in-law's place (Chana Dvoire and Yechiel Askenazi) in Minsk.
In Kartuz Bereza my father created the group known as Tiferet Bachurim (nice teenagers) to get Zionism closer to the religious youth; he succeeded. Among the youths was Yacov Gorazalky (Goraly), one of the most important leaders of the Zionist ideology in Poland before the outbreak of World War II.
My father also organized fund raising for the KKL, and spreading the activity known as "The Treasure of Jewish Settlement". This happened in 1900 when Dr. Biniamin Zeev Herzl founded the Bank for Zionist Organization ("Histadrut Ha'tzionit").
In 1913 my father registered the Bereza Zionist Organization into the Golden Book of KKL. During the entire Russian domination, and even during the Polish one up until the outbreak of World War II, my father was the official responsible for Zionist activities in town. On his hands lay the official stamp, guaranteed by the state authorities.
In the 1920's my father refused to select the candidates to emigrate to Israel and thought they should help every Jew who wanted to emigrate. Thanks to his help, the Eliovitz and Berkovitz families emigrated to Israel in 1913, and they were the founders of the settlement (Moshava) Yavniel, as well as the Sapir family to Jerusalem and the Gurman family to Ramat Gan.
In 1948 I visited my parents home in Kartuz Bereza. Then I was already an Israeli citizen, and had in my hands a Britain passport. I knew that the Commandant of the Great Polish Concentration Camp of Kartuz Bereza was living in and occupying half of my parents house. According to my memories his name was Kolonal Garfner. He was originally from Tartar, at the time of the great Tartar invasion in Central Europe. He was a personal friend of the military group ruling Poland. Every morning ten political prisoners arrived, and many of them were appointed to cleaning tasks, and other to work on the camp my father gave to the Commandant.
One day in August of 1938, the Commandant invited me to a friendly meeting in the huge balcony. I was a foreign citizen, younger than 20, and he was the governing man with all the power in his hands. He asked me many questions about the relationship between the British Mandate and its citizens, and their privileges. I told him that, under the power of Great Britain, every citizen had the right to discuss and criticize with no violence. Then he asked me: And how do you like our behavior here in Poland? I said that during my visit to this country I saw Jews being attacked, and they were scared, and I thought the government actually hunted and oppressed the Jews.
The next day the security police turned up, dressed in civilian clothes. They took my passport away and stamped an expulsion order in it, because I was not a "desirable person". They force me to leave the country within 24 hours on September 7th, 1938.
I quickly left my father's home and returned to Israel on the Polish ship "Poland", through the Constanza port. On September 7 I was in Warsaw, and my friend from Bereza, Meir Shvartz, who was on his way to US, accompanied me to the train station.
When the train headed to Lvov, I saw thousands of Jews singing the current national anthem of Israel, "Ha'tikva", and that was a miracle to me.
In the first train car I found a relative from Haifa who was my age. He too was returning from a visit to his parents. We decided to pass to another car to find out why people were singing "Hatikva". We approached the first class car, which was almost empty. In a corner was sitting Zeev Zabotinsky who was writing on a typewriter. In front of him was his assistant Yoser Klarman. We got closer, introduced ourselves, and said we were going back to Israel. Both Zabotinsky and Klarman shook our hands and congratulated us. Zabotinsky apologized for he had to finish the speech he would deliver to Jews of Lvov. That was the first and only time I saw Zabotinsky face to face.
And I am returning again to my childhood memories.
Our house was a Hebrew house. My parents spoke Hebrew and addressed their children in that language. I was the first in town to speak Hebrew with his parents (this is confirmed by Nechemia Shtuker in his book "Memories of Bereza", released in Yiddish in Argentina in 1958). The other kids became estranged to me because they didn't speak my language. The neighbors at the other side of the road made fun of me; one of them was studying with me at the Tarbut school, in which Hebrew was taught. Time does its work, and little by little people got used to that.
I want to mention an important deed, a pious act, done by Naftaly Levinson to a
cousin of mine. Levinson was then the assistant secretary to the mayor of
Bereza, and my cousin, Baruch Blumrozen, had deserted from the Polish army at
the beginning of 1920, and eventually arrived in Bereza. He hid in the garden
of my house, between the leafy walnut trees. My father spoke to Naftaly
Levinson, asking him for help and advice. Knowing that he could be condemned to
death under the law, Levinson didn't hesitate and quickly changed my cousins
name to that of a Jew named Rozenberg who had passed away at the age of 20, and
this way became a living person again. Levinson extended the passport validity,
stamped my cousin's portrait, and certified its legality. Baruch Blumrozen
received his new identity and turned into Rozenberg. Later my father
accompanied my cousin to Warsaw, passed through Vilnus and from there to
Israel. Only after being in Israel for a few years did he abandon his false
name and return to the original one. Naftaly Levinson risked his own life. For
many years this was a top secret and no one knew about it. It's praiseworthy to
note Naftaly Levinson's attitude.
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There was another drawback for the Zionists in town. It was a time of economic-crisis in Israel, and people feared we wouldn't be welcome there since many emigrated due to their own economic troubles. Our father was convinced on emigrating to Israel. He spoke to the great Zionist Jew Moishe Tabulitzky (Shmuel and Eliasaf's father) who encouraged our emigration.
The longed-for document came, and in 1926 we had the privilege of emigrating to
Israel. We'll never forget the "justice" gift Moishe Tabulitzky gave
us, and thanks to that we stayed alive. May his memory be blessed.
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At first she taught in Pruzhany, and in 1929 she worked as a teacher in the Popular Hebrew School in Lenin town. There she taught mathematics, geography, history and Polish language. In Lenin she met my father, Yitzhak son of Mashe and Chaim Slutzky, who would later become her husband.
One year later their ways split. Dad traveled to Warsaw because of his job as a bookkeeper, and mom worked in Kartuz Bereza. Mom arrived in Kartuz Bereza in 1930. She was appointed to the position of Director of the Yavne Hebrew School, of the Tarbut net. Despite her age, for she was very young, she served as director of the school and was the teacher for the higher level (7th) for six years. In this school like others of Tarbut net, pupils used to learn all liberal arts and technical subjects in Hebrew, with sefardic pronunciation. Since my mother spoke Polish, she was required to teach these subjects in that language.
Dad decided to move to Kartuz Bereza too. There he got a job as Accountant Director and joined Mania, his friend from past years. They both joined the local activist group "Poalei Sion" (workers Zionist party) and worked very intensely in their spare time, as well as collecting money for the KKL and "Keren Ha'yesod".
In 1934 Yitzhak and Mania got married in Bereza, to the delight of their friend. Of course they thought at once about emigrating to Israel, but how would they avoid the sanction imposed by the British mandate for immigration? At that moment, "sacred objects" were needed in the Israeli community. Dad was a lover of liturgical songs. He let his beard grow, he studied Jewish laws related to animal slaughtering, and with the help of his relatives, he obtained permission from Israel Rabbinate to emigrate. Armed with his polish passport and the British stamp in it, with the emigration document of the Jewish Agency for Israel, the request letter by the Central Rabbinate, and with several documents about his Jewish heritage, my parents left Lenin for the long journey to Israel, and on April 26 the ship docked in the port of Haifa.
Dad worked as an Accountant Director at the Youth School "Ben Semen". Mom didn't go back to teaching but spent her days on an infinite devotion to her son Chaim (after her grandfather) and Neta (after her grandmother Yente Serlin). For many years our house was the meeting point, and a torch for mom's pupils, those who were not exterminated on the holocaust and came to Israel.
Dad died in 1966, still young, and mom passed away in good old age, in 1988.
May their memories be blessed.
[Page 130-131]
I saw the kartuzian monastery ruins. It was hidden on a fenced area, and there are several fruit trees growing there. I used to go with my friends on Saturdays in order to enjoy the place's beauty, and buy some apples and pears to eat there. (once I wrote a sonnet titled "In the Monastery garden" about it.)
Our town had a beautiful view it was situated near Yasolda River, which drained its waters on Bug River. In summer, the town inhabitants used to take a bath in the river around the town, and huge green fields extended there, some sowed with rye, and others were pasture fields. The town itself was full of gardens and fruit trees. For several kilometers leafy woods with pine trees extended.
During my childhood, I would go there to collect red currants and mushrooms. The Jews lived in the center of town, and in the gentiles were in the suburbs mostly white Russians and a few Poles. We had Poles as neighbors. Around the town there were villages inhabited by White Russians, called "Fulishukim". In my childhood and adolescence I used to visit those villages and I was very impressed by the view of the fields and peasants.
In town there was a big influence of Jewish culture, and an outstanding social group of Jewish intellectuals, that apparently became very famous on the local society and other social groups. Its rabbis were famous, and in time they got to be very known in the Jewish world. Rav Itzhak Elchanan was one of the rabbis before he was transferred to the same position in Kovno. Rav Eliohu Klatzkin went to become the rabbi at Lublin (his son is Dr. Yakov Klatzkin, who grew up and was educated in Bereza until the age of 15)
Just like every small Jewish town of the area, before the World War II there were chedarim for the Jewish children's education. Later the outbreak of the new learning system of cheder began to stand out. Between the world wars two modern schools were established, one Yiddish and one (Tarbut) Hebrew. Like I said before, there were active and smart intellectuals.
In 1905, the time of the revolutionary movement in Russia, Bereza was a focal point of revolutionary fermentation. I was told that the man who was responsible for all the activities of the town and surrounding areas was one of Lenin's assistants, later Minister of Foreign Affairs of Soviet Russia, Maxim Litvinov. There were a strong Zionist activity as well; among the founders of the Yavniel settlement in Israel were the first emigrants of our town. Several political parties were active: Zionist, bundist, populist, Yidishists, and Hebraist. Each political movement carried out an intense propaganda. I have to emphasize that most of the arguments between political movements and different groups were especially concentrated around the two schools of town: the Yiddish School and the Hebrew School Tarbut, formerly "Yavne" (although it hadn't any relation with "oriental education").
I remember with homesickness the days of my childhood in town, the baths in the river that wasn't very far from home, the runs and rides by the countryside, and the woods I will never tear out from my heart. I want to remember the village Selcz, where my father was born, about 10 km. from Bereza. It was a town with a very beautiful landscape. My paternal grandparents lived there, in a little house surrounded by gardens and fruit trees. One of my visits in those distant days of my youth was during the Pesach festivity. I described that visit in my story "Nostalgia of the tale-legend" which was published in the magazine "Something for children", and then later in my book "Spending the night at an empty tavern". In my early youth I used to walk there through fields and pine hills. I wrote down in the book "Over the rivers of Poland" the description of these walks to my grandfather's house.
For centuries, Selcz was a very important town in the area. I read in the "Jewish Records of Lithuania" by Simon Dubnov, that the Council of Four Countries in Poland had its head in Selcz. There were outstanding pupils ther, and they even said that Gaon (genius) of Vilnus was born there. In time, Selz lost some of its relevance, and by the end of nineteenth century Bereza began to develop and grow thanks to the building of the railway.
Finally, I'd like to emphasize another phenomenon not related to Bereza. In the suburbs were military headquarters and Russian soldiers had installed the "Piatgorsky" there. After World War I Bereza and the whole area passed to Polish domain, and Bereza became part of the Polesia district. The Mayor of the district took up residence at Brest Litovsk, and he took up his rights on the surrounding villages.
The military headquarters were empty. The Polish army hardly used them. But before World War II, a colonel from Pilsutzky named Kostek-Bayernatzky began to use them. A few years before the war this military man was appointed as Minister of the Interior of the Polish government. There was a "zanatzia" (reactionary regime) in the government, and they decided to convert the quarters into a concentration camp for political opponents. So the Minister of the Interior established the concentration camp there, and Kartuz Bereza became world famous because of this camp. But to our regret, it hadn't any sense for us, since the Jewish population was innocent and pure
I left Bereza when I was a youth, and I went to Vilnus in order to study at the
Tarbut Teachers Seminar. Later I worked as a teacher and director of Tarbut in
Poland. The news about the town and its surroundings came to me through
journals and tales.
[Page 132-133]
There were a few stone houses. I remember two of them very well. They were situated alongside each other in the market, and they looked like two rich men facing to know which one was the richer. Only the main street was paved; the other sidewalks were made of wood.
The whole town wanted to live. The Jewish inhabitants were traditionalist and studied the Torah. They consisted of artisans, traders and sellers. They fulfilled their sustenance with humility and their ambitions were modest. They were supportive. They helped their fellow men. They assisted the sick (for example, two people stay with a sick person all night long, so his family would be able to rest)
I remember my grandfather, Nachum Epshtein. He studied medicine from Russian books, and although he wasn't a graduate, he used to cure the sick for free. He came to help them even if it was cold or raining.
There were four synagogues in town, and one belonged to the Chasidim. The young people was culture-thirsty. There was no secondary school in town, and some youths traveled elsewhere to acquire knowledge. Most of them achieved it by themselves, through reading and attending conferences. There was a primary school, and the main language was Yiddish. Besides that, there were Torah studies groups, and cheder.
A few years later the Tarbut School was founded, and the subjects were taught only in Hebrew.
My uncle Leibl Epshtein was a Zionist, and one of the founders of this school. He also was active in other institutions.
There were youth political movements in town. Among them, "Ha'shomer Ha'tzair", "He'chalutz Ha'tzair" and "Bund". These different political parties used to provoke arguments among the youths.
There was a Yiddish and Hebrew theater. Classic pieces like Shakespeare's King Lear were performed there. There was a Yiddish theater for children as well. We were visited by actors from other places, like the Yiddish Theatre of Vilnius. I remember the famous actress Ester Rochel Kaminsky, the actress Yda Kaminsky's mother, who performed in town. I remember the performance of the famous liturgical singer Sirota. The poet Peretz Markish visited us too, and he gave an excellent lecture at the Yiddish school. He said goodbye to the Jews of the town, before leaving Poland to visit Russia. The poet Alter Katinka was with him. The woman poet Kadia Molodovky was born in our town, she was one of my teachers, but later she settled in Warsaw.
There were several choruses of adults and children. And there was a mandolin orchestra too, in which my younger sister took part. Of course there were "klezmorim" (popular musicians) who used to play at weddings.
The young people grew up in touch with nature. We liked to take walks to the forest, the countryside, the nearby villages, and to swim in the river. We were physical and healthy in spirit, but in time we began to understand we had no future in the town. We had a feeling that the anti-Semitism was advancing, and we suspected the future was uncertain. As a result, some of the youths left the town. Some chose training on collective farms so that they could emigrate to Israel. I was one of them. Other traveled to the United States and Argentina. But most of adults and many youths stayed in town until the bitter end. Only a few were able to escape. It's hard to live knowing the bitter reality that most of Bereza Jews were annihilated so cruelly, my family and relatives among them.
In order to celebrate Lag Baomer we used to go to the conifer and pines wood, singing and dancing. These trees are the silent witnesses of the terrible tragedy. No doubt, they pray kaddish in their language, for a holy community, full of life yearning, that was exterminated and disappeared.
May their memory be blessed!
[Page 134-135]
My grandfather, David Shatz, was born in Brest Litovsk in a honorable family of rabbis called Shatz Yophe. He got married in 1880, to Chaie Rochel Broida, daughter of a traders family that settled in Kartuz Bereza many generations ago. The history of the Broida family can be traced back to 1800. My grandmother Rochel Shatz's parents, and Chaim and Palteh Barutza, were born in Kartuz Bereza and they lived in a spacious house beside the bridge, on the main road. They worked in the wholesale food business. Grandmother Palteh lived to be 104, and I had the pleasure of meeting her. After her death, her son Israel continued the business. Her other son Shloie had a tavern in Bereza, and her daughters left the town.
Grandfather Chaim Broida got married very young, and while he was studying at the town's Talmud Torah he was announced the birth of his son Shloime.
Grandfather David Shatz had a big food store beside the military headquarters. Most of his customers were officials of the Polish army, and traders of the area. They respected my grandfather for being a upright man, precept keeper, and well educated.
My grandmother Rochel was a virtuous woman. She was the one who ran the store, and grandfather checked the accounts during the night. Rochel was an extraordinary woman, brave and clever. The Christians respected her very much. Her house was never damaged by the bandits. I remember she used to walk between the drunks, and they always cleared the way.
My grandfather was a lover of Israel, and he contributed money for the KKL and the "Keren Ha'yesod". He had the typical blue money box at his house.
When we arrived in Bereza, we children didn't speak any language but Russian. Very soon we learned Yiddish and I also got to reach the 5th degree at the Tarbut School. Later, together with my brother Moishe we frequented the local branch of Betar and among my friends were the best Jewish youths of Kartuz Bereza.
In the early 30's, when the echoes of Hitler speeches came to our town, my grandfather seemed to wake up from a dream and said: "Children, we have to escape to Israel, it's going to be a mess here!"
When the military camp was turned into the first concentration camp of the Pilsudsky government, and police guards began to arrive from Poznan the enemies of Jewish people, my grandfather knew we had to hurry up.
These policemen and detectives followed every person that they found to be suspicious. They couldn't tolerate the Jews who walked the streets calm and innocent, talking and laughing in Yiddish. They called them all sort of humiliating and offensive names.
My grandfather sent first my father to Israel. That happened in 1933 when Hitler rose to power. Later I emigrated in 1934 as a pupil of the farm school Mikve Israel. In 1935 and 1938 my mother, my brother, my grandfather David and his wife RACHEL emigrated. My parents settled in Hedera, but my grandfather couldn't live there because he saw the Jews traveling on Saturday. That's why my father rented a house for him in Bnei Brak. There he was known as a man cultivated in mosaic laws. Many years later when he died from heart disease, the liturgical singer (blessed his memory) said during his burial "There was a man, David Shatz, and there won't be another like him!" My grandmother Rochel died at 96, and she was buried in Hedera.
Thanks to the famous honesty of my grandfather, I was saved from prison at the concentration camp. This happened one year before emigrating to Israel. Suddenly, detectives turned up at home, and took me away for be interrogated. It seems that among the items in my grandfather's store that were used to supply the camp kitchen, there was a package of soap wrapped in newspaper. In a blank space of the newspaper was a handwritten sentence in Hebrew, written by my grandfather: "He hasn't come yet". Sure.y my grandfather thought about the Messiah then, so he wrote that sentence on the paper wrapping the soap. The detectives thought that I, the younger grandson, had some secret contact with prisoners. My grandfather, as soon as he heard the incident, spoke to the town's mayor and the chief of police; they recognized him, they believed him, and I was immediately released. This was a big miracle, given that no prisoner ever left that prison alive. I still remember the tortured yells at the concentration camp; they easily reached me because my house was 100 meters away.
I have good hearted and very pious memories of my town Kartuz Bereza. My
grandfather built a hospital and other charity works. From our family, 563
members were exterminated during the Holocaust. May their memories be blessed,
together with all the immolated when sanctifying His name.
[Page 136-146]
In memory of my brother Itzchak Arie (Leibe Goldberg), wife and children. In memory of my aunt Chana Mushe Blushtein, her sons Benie, Shleimke, Shoike and Avigdor, their wives and children. In memory of my aunt Rochel and my uncle Yacov Osher Fridnshtein and their children Moshe, Niome, Leah (Leike) and Simche, their wives, husbands and children. In memory of my aunt Chaia and my uncle Moishe Alexandrovsky, their daughters Tzirl and Reitze, their husbands and children, exterminated during the holocaust.
May their memories be blessed.
At that meeting I took the post of Council Member, in order to keep alive the memory of that little community whose Jewish majority was exterminated during World War II by the nazis and their local Polish or Byelorussian helpers.
We emigrated to Israel in August 1933, and prior to that meeting I had been living in Israel for about 52 years. I was convinced that with my rich experience on direction and organization that I acquired in Israel (I'll describe it next), this would be another little post in addition to the volunteer duties I perform.
I rendered clandestine services to the Lechi group in Tel Aviv and Haifa. The British were searching for Chaim Goldberg but I changed my identity. I moved with the Jewish brigade under the name of Moishe Karpushik. Then I received the identity of Karl Flikstein and I was transferred to Jerusalem. There I met my partner Sarah Babiof, mother of my sons: the Vice General Dr. Ytzhak Ben Israel and Dr. Yakov Ben Israel.
In Jerusalem I was arrested and a British military court sentenced me to 10 years in prison. After 4 months I escaped from jail[1]. The British didn't know I was carrying borrowed identity cards, both during my duties at the brigade and in jail.
From time to time they went to my parent's house to arrest Chaim Goldberg. With the founding of the State of Israel, I joined the Israeli Defense Forces "Tzahal" and I served there for 20 consecutive years. I took on important duties in the Air Forces and I ended my service as lieutenant colonel. Later I was elected as representative to the Local Join Council in Ramat Ha'Sharon[2] and, at the same time, to the council of "Solel Bone Constructions"[3]. In this duty I was General Secretary of the Council[4].
Given my experience as Organization Director[5], I didn't hesitate to take the duty at the Survivors of Kartuz Bereza Society. Many times I had asked myself how much time I should devote to this issues and I never knew the answer. In that first meeting at Moishele Bernshtein's place, everybody was looking at me, and the memories of my little village sprang to my mind in the morning, evening and night my childhood days and all Jewish life, all destroyed by nazis hands.
I addressed my fellow citizens and we all decided to build a living monument
through the publication of a book, and to keep for ever what used to be the
Jewish life in Kartuz Bereza.
My father was a modest man. Together with Rabbi Unterman who was later Chief Rabbi of Israel, he studied torah at the Yeshiva in Malech and then he was Chafetz Chaim's (blessed be his pious memory) disciple. He was qualified to be a rabbi but he didn't really practice that duty.
I have always been proud of my father and I liked his intellectual ability. From all his activities in his life, the most intelligent was his obstinate decision of emigrating to Israel.
I remember how we loaded the packages into the carts and we traveled with a great number of inhabitants of the village to the train station of Bluden. Of course there was my brother Ytzhak with his wife and kids, my brother Leibe and Avigdor. Avigdor managed to go to Israel with "Hechalutz Hatzair" movement. The others were exterminated with the Jews of the town.
From Bluden we went to Warsaw accompanied by my brother Ytzhak and my cousin Simcha Fridnshtein who died in Bereza because of a German bomb in 1941. We stayed in Warsaw for a few days and we took the train to Constanza in Romania and from there we boarded the ship. After sailing for several days, we reached Haifa. Here my brother Zvi was waiting for us, as he had arrived in Israel some days before, and he had sent the certificates for us. He came with a truck in which we loaded our belongings. We arrived in our first house, located on Hertzl street in Tel Aviv.
What kind of Jews are these that don't speak yidish? As I said before, we came to Israel when I was bar-mitzvah age. From our first house in Tel Aviv I started walking up and down, trying to understand the life style and the future of the first Hebrew city. And here I saw kiosks, and newspapers in Hebrew letter at the entrances. Since I had studied at Tarbut school I was supposed to be able to speak Hebrew; I got closer, I took a look and read the newspapers trying to understand it, but I couldn't. What's going on here? Isn't this the language I studied?
At dusk my brother Zvi came home and he explained those papers were written in
Ladino. I have to confess until that moment I hadn't known anything about the
Ladino language, nor the Jews in Spain, nor eastern communities, because I was
sure every Jew in the world spoke Yiddish. Otherwise, how could they possibly
be Jews?
One Saturday evening, I was visited by my friend, my neighbor's son, who was studying at the cheder. My brother Leibe, who was attending an out-of-town yeshiva at that time, was celebrating the Sabbath at home. Suddenly my brother said in front of my father, "Come, I'd like to evaluate your knowledge". Dad nodded his head and we both, the neighbor's son and I, got ready for the test. My brother Leibe opened a Pentateuch spontaneously, and he ordered me to read it. I could read Hebrew very well, but I had never attempted to read an original Pentateuch with musical stresses. When I reached a four-letter word, which is the tetra gram, I wasn't able to read it. It was evident I could hardly stammer. My brother gave the book to my friend and told him to read it. He showed his great knowledge, reading it all correctly. Leibe didn't say anything to me and smiled. I didn't understand then. Only later I understood that I wasn't really qualified in torah studies, and that's why I was sent to the cheder instead of Tarbut school. The next day, my mother took me by the hand and brought me to Rabi Yechutiel's (Minkovitz) cheder, on May 3rd Street. I studied there for about 2 years. I remember very well his full belt and the scents coming from the kitchen, since there wasn't a door between the kitchen and our study place. I remember well the mathematics and Polish lessons that were taught by the rabbi's sons when they came back from high school outside the town. One of them was Prof. Abraham Minkovitz who died in Israel.
The environment of Rabbi Yechutiel's cheder wasn't any different from others in Eastern Europe. From dawn to dusk we were sitting at our places, praying or studying. We used to begin the day with the morning prayers, and at night the evening prayers. We had no breaks, and there's no doubt we didn't know how to play as children. We brought our food from home, and if somebody forgot to bring it, he had to ask another student for some. The toilets were outside, in the courtyard. I remember one time Levik asked permission to leave, but he immediately returned crying: "The rooster is looking at me!"
During my study hours at cheder my mom worked at the store. She came back from work very late, and then she started preparing dinner (who would think then about refrigerators or civilized resorts like that?) I was tired from studying and other children's pranks. I used to fall asleep and I had to be awakened because dinner was the only important meal of the day for our family, and the house's youngest child was forced to eat properly.
I didn't like either the cheder or the Talmud Torah, after having tasted a
modern and nice school like Tarbut. Four years later I was enrolled in the
Tarbut and I studied there until we emigrated to Israel. When I try to remember
the events of those days, regarding my education, I reached the following
conclusion. If they had they discussed at home what school I should attend in
the same way that other political issues were discussed, this four year episode
at rabbi Yechutiel's and Talmud Torah would have been avoided.
Dad passed away at a ripe old age, in Tel Aviv. He was a modern religious man. He knew his children very well and knew about their opinions, but he never talked about politics to us. We knew he was an Israel supporter and lover. After his death, mom told us (she died at an old age too, in Tel Aviv, and was buried beside my father at Kiryat Shaul) that every year father supported the Zabotinsky movement, and he always voted for him. Contrary of our father's opinion, my brothers held the popular ideas of the Jewish street.
My oldest brother Ytzhak was familiar with the "Ha'poel Ha'mizrahi" movement (religious non-extremist workers). He devoted most of his free time to the KKL. He was appointed by the town authorities to be a part of the KKL Committee in Kartuz Bereza.
Ytzhak was the first to get married and start a family. He had two children. Ytzhak, his wife and children were killed in the Holocaust.
Zvi, my second brother, belonged to the "Betar" movement. He stuck to the ideology of this movement, even before our emigration to Israel. He was member of the Betar settlement in Rosh Pninah.
My third brother Avigdor was conquered by communism. This happened during his education at the Technion (polytechnic) in Vilnus. Later Avigdor had a Zionist tendency and joined the "Hechalutz" movement. After several years of preparation, Avigdor emigrated to Israel as soon as we left there.
My fourth brother Arie (Leibe), because of whom I was sent to the cheder, was studying torah. He later became a yeshiva pupil. I don't know to what political party he belonged, but I'm almost sure it was Agudat Israel.
Ari was also taken by the holocaust. My oldest son is named Ytzhak Ari after my two brothers exterminated in the holocaust.
My fifth brother Asher began his political career in "Ha'shomer Ha'tzair", then moved to Betar but he was faithful to Zabotinsky's ideas, even in Israel. The British arrested him and deported him to the detention camps in Africa.
Regarding my sister Pnina, it's possible to find many pages about her in the book "Fighters for Israel Freedom", by Natan Yelin Mor, head of the nationalist political party. For a time she was the link in the underground movement. As I was the youngest of my brothers and only a pupil at the time, I didn't say a word as I attended the discussions, especially on Friday evening after the kiddush ended and during the blessing over the bread. Pnina didn't really take part in the discussions until I arrived in Israel; I made my way by myself.
I want to emphasize that the arguments in the Goldberg home weren't just academic. I mean they were not just verbal arguments.
My brother Avigdor, who was qualified from the Technion of Vilnus, was the electrician of our town Kartuz Bereza. Once one of our neighbors was very angry with brother Avigdor because he had put the electrical wiring over the roof of his over his head. This started an argument and this neighbor began to throw stones until he broke one of our windows.
Another incident on the electrical matter, happened a few years later. Menachem
Begin had to make a speech in our town. At that time he was not yet Prime
Minister of Israel nor the head of the underground movement "Etzel"
(national military organization), but he was a famous and prestigious speaker.
People of the nationalist movement Betar decided that his speech would be made
in the Synagogue of the rich people of our town. Everything was carefully
arranged. The day came, and that night the synagogue was crowded. Begin began
his speech and suddenly
"Trach!!", the lights went out. A
tumult (commotion) broke out, but he continued the speech by candlelight.
Everybody knew Avigdor was to blame, since he was in charge of the electric
installation that night at the synagogue. Betar people knew it too, but they
had no proof. An argument broke out and Moishe Fridnshtein had to defend him
with his own body. Betar people reported this to Kuzirsky, the only policeman
in town. They asked for Avigdor to be arrested. Kuzirsky came over but since
they had no proof, he wasn't put under arrest.
Dad used to attend the Synagogue of the Rich people placed on the intersection of the main road and Cemetery street. I envied my older brothers, especially on the Jewish holidays when they were wearing their best clothes they got on the pulpit and blessed the parishioners by the "Birchat Ha'cohanim" (Cohen's blessing in his priestly role). I wasn't old enough and I couldn't do it
In my free time, this is when I had no study obligations, I used to do all kinds of childish pranks with friends of my age, near the synagogue, in the river, and on Thursdays at the market.
I remember the crippled man, leg-less, with the wooden crutches at his side, sitting in a corner of the market, yelling, crying, and begging for a coin in the Bellorussain language. Merciful people, gentiles in general, used to give coins to him, asking: "Pray for Ivan", "Wish Stephan good health" He crossed himself and promised Many years later, people said he was Jew I don't think that's true.
I remember at the monthly fair, scores of mostly-drunk gentiles left the market
area on their carts, leaving behind a carpet of dung
"I don't know what to do," said one of those present when he saw the
immobile body. "He's already dead." And he added, "He must be
taken down". "He'll go to hell," yelled another Jew. All this
terrified me. I wanted to run away, but curiosity got the better of me. So I
stayed. Somebody brought wooden planks and the man known as "Niske, the
angel of death", slowly took the corps down on the planks, and then he
slid it down. I was shaking from fear, I didn't know what to do. Suddenly
someone cried: "Children, go home!" Then I made up my mind to leave.
My house was four houses away. I left, but the terrifying scene haunted me long
after. I would wake up at night crying, and when my parents asked what
happened, I said I had seen with my very eyes the way the "Angel of
death" took the dead to hell
The procession for the Independence Day celebration had to pass through our
town, and the leader complained because the streets weren't clean enough. Then
he sent the prisoners to clean and wash the streets where the parade was going
to pass. The prisoners were tied to carts, as if they were oxen, and they
carried brooms in their hands. From our house a few meters from the road, I
could see how they were carrying out forced labor. I didn't understand how this
could be possible. I just stared at the prisoners' faces, and once the "No
trespassing" notice was removed, me and my friend went to the road.
Everything was clean, washed, polished, you couldn't find a single trace of
Ytgadal Ve'Ytkadash Shmei Raba Be Sanctified His name.
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September 30, 2019
When You're Not Their Type
Jaxon is triggered... Houston Live Show is NOVEMBER 1st. Get your tickets at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
September 23, 2019
Sexually Frustrated
What I mean is...if we're not gonna be LIKE THAT, then stfu and f**k!
September 16, 2019
Guys We've F*****
A Cii & Juice episode... HOUSTON! There's still some tickets left for the November 1st live show. Get yours now before they are gone! www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
September 9, 2019
Stiff Sweatpants
Jaxon busts on a girl back while dancing, wearing 4x sweatpants. Wow. Houston, get your live show tickets now! www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
September 2, 2019
N****s Be Moaning!
Dramatically and first *insert eye roll*. HOUSTON!! We ain't playing, baby. Friday, November 1st, we're coming to you. Get you ticket now before they are sold out! www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
August 26, 2019
Are Monogamous Relationships Realistic Anymore?
But could men even handle that? Houston live show tickets available NOW! www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
August 19, 2019
Elderly Advice
Jaxon's grandfather can even tell he doesn't get pussy.
August 12, 2019
Get to the Dick Energy
Juice tell her birthing story. Jaxon gets put back in the friend zone. Cii gets pissed with fake bisexual women. And the crew is coming to Houston. Get your tickets for the Houston live show on November 1st.
August 5, 2019
No Carry-ons
Take that baggage elsewhere. Tf. Hey, y'all. Guess what? We still Black. Guess what else? Houston, we're coming to your city November 1st. Get your tickets at sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
July 29, 2019
Unnecessary Penetration
The penetration portion of sex should be short and sweet? Also, guys that aim to make you sore after sex are childish af. Houston live show is November 1st. Tickets will be available soon.
July 22, 2019
Preferences and Disses
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
July 8, 2019
We Making Love or We F**king?!
BOFFUM! Happy birthday to the Lovely Cii Marqui (7/2)! Cash app her at $CiiMarqui or else y'all not getting any more episodes!
July 1, 2019
"Sir, I Need Your Dick Up.""
There comes a time, for some men, when they just can't get it up anymore. Some other random shit. Meet up in DC on Saturday, July 6th at 7pm at Marvin. Come kick it with us and help celebrate Cii's 30th. BYOC (Bring ya own cash)!! lol
June 24, 2019
Big Clits, Long Lips
The title doesn't have shit to do with the episode, but enjoy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUICE! We love you.
June 17, 2019
Out of My League
Have you ever met someone out of your league?
June 10, 2019
I'm Drunk Af, Yo!
What would you do if you came across some bumps and lesions on your partners genitals? How do we have the "all women aren't your friend talk" with men? Do you prefer for your partner to be as social (or non social) as you? Check us out on all major platforms and rate us FIVE stars. Also, Washington DC, we're coming to you July 6-7...what it do? We appreciate your support. Follow us on IG/Facebook at @sexwithstrangerspodcast and Twitter at @theswspodcast
June 3, 2019
It's A Shame
*rolls eyes*
May 29, 2019
Just Ease Me Into It
Cii doesn't hate men. And how do you ease someone who doesn't like a particular sexual act into doing it??
May 20, 2019
Get That Head and Go
And don't call that n***a no mo'!
May 13, 2019
Txt Me When U Get Home, Sweetheart
Jaxon cannot wrap his mind around the fact that some women are just used to taking the lead and can't seem to turn it off when they meet new people. Juice is ready for the baby's arrival. Cii finally yells back at Jaxon.
May 6, 2019
Mr. Attitude
He always got an attitude.
April 29, 2019
Stinky Dick Man
Wash your dick, man!
April 22, 2019
Girl, I Know You Felt It
We absolutely need to do better with respecting OUR women. We are now on SPOTIFY!
April 15, 2019
The Longest Week Ever
April 8, 2019
I Hope So
Cii really needs you n***** to be a little more considerate.
April 1, 2019
Pre-Commitment Promises
Pre-Commitment Promises by Cii Marqui
March 18, 2019
Me Vs Me
Cii discovers that Cii Marqui and Ciara may be two different people
March 11, 2019
A Whole Lotta B****** Downstairs
Jaxon's "groupies" are wholesome af. "Confessions of a Stranger" Philly live show is March 23rd. Get your tickets now at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com A few things about the event... It's going to be lit! It is more at the door, so get your tickets now! SWSAGFP merch will be available at live show. Food and drink will be available for purchase at the venue. We will have some amazing vendors... Vendors: Skyhigh Edibles PlayboxX The Enchanting Sistas Come as you are, however, Jaxon will be in a tuxedo, so...
March 4, 2019
Friends Are Friends
Having great chemistry is essential for friends too. Tickets for Confessions of a Stranger live show in Philly March 23rd are available at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
February 25, 2019
Too Much Pride
Too Much Pride by Cii Marqui
February 18, 2019
Mingle When You're Single
Pressure sex is a thing. Men not knowing how to stop or start is a thing. Getting caught up in a situationship and forgetting you're single af is a thing. "Confessions of a Stranger" Philly live show is March 23rd. Purchase tickets: www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Send a letter: email@example.com
February 11, 2019
Double-Handed Dick Beat
"Confessions of a Stranger" Philly live show is March 23rd. Purchase tickets: www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Send a letter: email@example.com
February 4, 2019
Women Don't Like Men (Hoesha's Diary)
"Confessions of a Stranger" Philly live show is March 23rd. Get your tickets now at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com If you have a question or confession, please submit to email@example.com
January 28, 2019
Should pre-dating be a thing? "Confessions of a Stranger" Philly live show is March 23, 2019. Purchase your tickets at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Also send us any questions and confessions to email@example.com
January 21, 2019
No Bump, No Grind
Mannnn, off R.Kelly. Juice is gonna be a mom. And we have another live show coming!
January 14, 2019
Head for Head
Cii isn't giving without receiving this year. Period.
January 7, 2019
New Year, Same Us
New Year, Same Us by Cii Marqui
December 31, 2018
Merry XXXmas! (Let it Ho)
Merry XXXmas! (Let it Ho) by Cii Marqui
December 24, 2018
He Got Baggage
He Got Baggage by Cii Marqui
December 17, 2018
Vintage Nudes
WE'RE BACK! Shop merch at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Rate us FIVE stars on Apple Podcast. Like, Comment, Subscribe, & Share! Thank you.
December 10, 2018
Trickin' Jax
Trickin' Jax by Cii Marqui
November 26, 2018
BBWs Do It Better?
Do BBWs do it better?
November 19, 2018
Too Proud to Be Pressed
Too Proud to Be Pressed by Cii Marqui
November 12, 2018
Don't Date Your Ex
Our friend Charlie sits down to chat with us. Cii learns an important lesson in rekindling old flames...DON'T
November 5, 2018
Sad & Unchosen
The Strangers have owner of Tushy, Miki Agrawal (www.hellotushy.com), to tell us why we should all be using a bidet. Jaxon thinks he's unchosen because he's carless. Ha!
October 29, 2018
Glazed & Ghosted
Glazed & Ghosted by Cii Marqui
October 22, 2018
If We Were Parents
The Strangers imagine if they were parents!
October 15, 2018
Real Sex Atlanta(Live Show)
Cii, Jaxon, and Juice host their third live show in ATLANTA!
October 9, 2018
Black Girls Get Depressed
Jaxon thinks his game of baseball approach to life works for depression too. Nah fam. Philly meetup is 10/26—RSVP at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Don't forget to rate us 5 stars!!
October 1, 2018
Battle Rap Dick
Philly we're having a meetup on 0ct. 26th. RSVP at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
September 24, 2018
Dusty Pussy
Cii is highly hormonal.
September 17, 2018
The Taste of Semen
No matter what you eat fellas, your semen will never taste sweet. We are down to our last 10 tickets for ATL live show. Y'all better get on that. www.sexwithstrangersporcast.com
September 10, 2018
Two Boyfriends, A Girlfriend, & A Married Couple Too
Lemme get a muhhhhhhfuckinnnnn uhhhh.... Real Sex Atlanta live show + kickback tickets are still available. For tickets, go to www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
September 3, 2018
Cheat Back, King!
Sometimes, you gotta cheat back. Also, Jaxon gets ran over by a bicycle. He survived. For tickets for the REAL SEX ATLANTA live show + GOSA, go to www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
August 27, 2018
Alexa, Play With My Coochie
Atlanta, we are coming to you for our third live show. Get your tickets now for Real Sex Atlanta live show + kickback on October 6th at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com. You don't want to miss this show!!
August 13, 2018
Intense Anal
Intense Anal by Cii Marqui
August 6, 2018
Inappropriate Man Moans
This October, ATL we're coming to you! To get your tickets for Real Sex Atlanta live show, go to www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com. You don't want to miss this!
July 30, 2018
I Don't Eat Pussy
Jaxon doesn't eat the puss. This episode is brought to you by Erotic Boudoir presents The Art of Bondage Part 2. This August 11, Erotic Boudoir (IG: @Erotic_Boudoir) brings you another BDSM and Shibari rope tying demonstration by the amazing Sir Dashington (@eroticropesbydash). To purchase tickets search "Erotic Boudoir" on Eventbrite. For more info on the show, search Erotic Boudoir on your favorite social media platform. You don't want to miss this show!
July 23, 2018
Too Tired For Sex
Too Tired For Sex by Cii Marqui
July 16, 2018
Dollars, Dick, and Dinner
Dollars, Dick, and Dinner by Cii Marqui
July 9, 2018
House of Critters
"I ain't editing no damn episode on my birthday." -The Lovely Cii Marqui P.S. cash app $CiiMarqui and help a struggling artist lol
July 2, 2018
Speak My Langauge
Speak My Langauge by Cii Marqui
June 25, 2018
Love and Baseball
If this guy Jaxon compares baseball to one more thing... Shop merch at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
June 18, 2018
Parental Control
Do we date like our parents date? Do we date people like our parents? Does this guy Jaxon really have an iPhone? Rate us FIVE stars and don't forget to check out our march at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Thank you!
June 11, 2018
Splashberger and Vadgestein Associates
Jaxon is Cii's legal representative. Visit www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com to check out merch!
June 4, 2018
Superman That H**!
March now available at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
May 28, 2018
Pussy-dick by Cii Marqui
May 21, 2018
Chocolate Factory
Chocolate Factory by Cii Marqui
May 14, 2018
The Level Up (recap)
The Level Up (recap) by Cii Marqui
May 7, 2018
The Pregame
The Level Up Live show is 5 days away! Tickets available at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
April 23, 2018
Head Down, Thumbs Up
Head Down, Thumbs Up by Cii Marqui
April 16, 2018
Bring My Dick Back
Cii has a (few) emotional breakdowns. THE LEVEL UP live show is less than a month away. GET YOUR TICKETS NOW!!! www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
April 9, 2018
Choking Is For Sex
The Level Up live show is 4/28/2018! Tickets available at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
April 2, 2018
Lamborghini His Legs
The crew catches up on listener letters. And Cii found some sound effects. The Level Up live show is April 28th on Philly! To purchase your tickets visit, www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com. Don't forget to like, comment, subscribe, and rate us FIVE stars on iTunes. Thank you!
March 19, 2018
100th Episode: The Best of SWSAGFP
We've finally reached 100 episodes! Here's some of our most outrageously hilarious moments! Also, tickets for The Level Up live show on 4/28 can be purchased at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Like, comment, subscribe, and rate us FIVE stars! Thank you for all of the support!
March 13, 2018
Ms. Communication
Ms. Communication by Cii Marqui
March 5, 2018
Rimming With Taboo
Rimming With Taboo by Cii Marqui
February 26, 2018
Visual Erections
Visual Erections by Cii Marqui
February 19, 2018
Sex Is A Gift
Sex Is A Gift by Cii Marqui
February 12, 2018
She Hella Catfish
She Hella Catfish by Cii Marqui
February 5, 2018
My Neck, My Back
Jaxon gets his back ate out! For promo, send us an email at firstname.lastname@example.com
January 22, 2018
You Are NOT The Father!
Jaxon was almost NOT a daddy.
January 15, 2018
Facial Compilation
The big theory on why Jaxon has a flat ass head.
January 8, 2018
The Thrown Love Languages
Cii's old situation writes a situation review *heavy eye roll* and Jaxon gets a book thrown at him.
January 1, 2018
Between Showers
Between Showers by Cii Marqui
December 26, 2017
Pickin Up The Tab Etiquette
Pickin Up The Tab Etiquette by Cii Marqui
December 18, 2017
I'm Bouta BUST!
Someone gives Jaxon a sex review!
December 11, 2017
Insecure As Fuck (Live Show)
Live recording of our sold out show Insecure As Fuck!
December 4, 2017
Stay Trickin' (ft. Trickin' Trav)
Happy TWO Year Anniversary to SWSAGFP! Thank you to everyone that has purchased a ticket for the live show. We sold out online and we are completely shocked, yet grateful. You can still purchase a ticket at the door. And yes, our guy Tricking' Trav will be in the building! We have so many new things coming in year three. Thank you for supporting us. We appreciate all of you.
November 27, 2017
Devil Dick
Devil Dick > Loyal, Loving, Mediocre Dick. Period. Insecure As F**k Live Show + Mixer is December 2, 2017 in Philly!! We will be doing our FIRST live show so come hang out with us and also help us celebrate our 2 year anniversary! Food and drinks plus some dope ass music. To purchase tickets, visit www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Also, rate us FIVE STARS on iTunes! Thank you.
November 20, 2017
Swirling In Love
Purchase your "Insecure As F**K" Live Show + Mixer tickets now at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com All ticket holders will receive invite to after party (GOSA4)!
November 13, 2017
No Foreplay? Pathetic.
You are not the table. Live show + mixer is December 2, 2017. Tickets available at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com
November 6, 2017
The Sex Contract
Jaxon creates a sex contract. For tickets for "Insecure As F**k!" Live Show + Mixer in Philly December 2, 2017, visit www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com Also rate us FIVE stars on iTunes! Thank you.
October 30, 2017
Main Attraction
The main attraction is physical and physical attraction is MAJOR KEY! Tickets for "Insecure As F**K!" Philly Live Show + Mixer are available at www.sexwithstrangerspodcast.com We'll also be celebrating our two year anniversary, so do NOT miss out!!
October 23, 2017
When He's The One
October 16, 2017
Thoughtless Gestures
Some men are just really nice. Sometimes we say things that we don't really mean to say to your face. And note to Scarecrow Shawty: Send short set and Huarache size.
October 9, 2017
Pussy, Interrupted
We apologize for all the laughter, BUT in a nutshell...Women need constant reassurance. And Jaxon is PHON, FAKE, and SOULLESS.
October 2, 2017
Get It On The Floor
Mangers over pallets!
September 25, 2017
Daddy Issues
Cii has daddy issues.
September 18, 2017
Colossal Clit
Cii had sex with a colossal clit. Jaxon is in love with something other than baseball. Juice is back and funnier.
September 11, 2017
What's Your Circumstatus?
"I don't want to come off rude, but are you circumcised?" Don't forget to purchase your tickets for Get On Some Ass Vol. 3! Tickets available on Eventbrite.
September 5, 2017
Sweet Tinder Love
Tinder be on some bullshit.
August 28, 2017
If He Really Likes You...
Because us Black millennial women don't know when he's TRULY interested. Sometimes he/she just isn't your soulmate. And we don't always like certain things in the bedroom.
August 21, 2017
Does This Body Count?
Do Cii, Juice, and Jaxon see kids in their future? Is the hoe phase JUST a phase? If you kind of-sort of have sex with someone, do they still make the list?
August 14, 2017
So Wet, So Pink
Ain't shit wet or pink about this episode.
August 7, 2017
Hoe Sympathy
Amber Rose is a bird.
July 31, 2017
The NO SEX episode!! Juice doesn't fuck with the extraterrestrial, Jaxon gives backstory of the origin of his yerrrrrp, and Cii is becoming one with herself (while still unemployed). Don't forget to shop with Erotic Boudoir (@erotic_boudoir) at www.touchingbodymindandsoul.com Enter discount code: SWSP to receive 10% off your next purchase. Unsure on what to purchase? Buy Cii Marqui some deep throat spray. Thanks!
July 24, 2017
Do You Do Those?
Women love to take responsibility for a man's growth, but never want to take accountability for when they fuck up. Jaxon might me a big brother. Cii is unemployed and LOVING it. And Juice ain't paying Cii or Jaxon any mind.
July 17, 2017
Too Much Nasty
Too Much Nasty by Cii Marqui
July 3, 2017
Baby Powdered D**K
Jaxon made another list! Juice is not here for her titties smelling like Marlboro Lights. Cii just wants to enter her new year with honesty and no more "ashy" dick.
June 26, 2017
Free The Wolf Pussy
Jaxon lays out the rules for being a fuck buddy. Cii isn't trying to hear about Amber Rose's "feminism." And today is Juice's BIRTHDAY!
June 19, 2017
Go Down On Me!
Cii is FRUSTRATED about not getting the head that she deserves
June 12, 2017
Let Him Cheat In Peace
...or leave.
June 5, 2017
The Best Head Ever
Because head is important.
May 29, 2017
Is Jaxon Gay?
A listener questions Jaxon's sexuality.
May 22, 2017
Under the Gooch
Cii thinks she may have eaten some ass.
May 8, 2017
Whore Apologies
Whore Apologies by Cii Marqui
May 1, 2017
Emotionally Unavailable
Cii doesn't believe she'll ever find love as long as she's doing the podcast.
April 24, 2017
Trash Truck Dick
Jaxon discovers that his sex is trash.
April 17, 2017
Wifely Girlfriend
Wifely Girlfriend by Cii Marqui
April 10, 2017
For Your Pleasure
For Your Pleasure by Cii Marqui
April 3, 2017
Body Oil Treatment
Body Oil Treatment by Cii Marqui
March 27, 2017
Muhhhhhfuckin Tired
Muhhhhhfuckin Tired by Cii Marqui
March 13, 2017
Get On Some Ass
Juice laughs while Jaxon gets on some ass and Cii is just MAD! Don't forget to like, comment, subscribe, and repost. #TheSWSPodcast
March 6, 2017
Bothered Bae
Bothered Bae by Cii Marqui
February 27, 2017
Little Dick Excuses
Little dick may be a flaw to some, but it is not an excuse to NOT have great sex. Weaknesses are NOT flaws, so improve yourself or EAD. Like, comment, subscribe!
February 20, 2017
Erotic Boudoir
Juice gets her FIRST sex toy, Jaxon gets a Pocket Pussy, Cii is suffering from dry pussy and because guests Nik and AJ of Erotic Boudoir are here, we can laugh about it all!! Please like, rate, comment, and subscribe. And don't forget, it's never too late to get your special someone something special for the bedroom, so please check out www.eroticboudoir1.com and www.touchingbodymindandsoul.com
February 13, 2017
New Body, Same You
New Body, Same You by Cii Marqui
February 6, 2017
Say No To Sleepovers
An episode that was originally supposed to answer listener questions gets a little dark into Cii's childhood. Don't forget to rate, like, comment, subscribe!
January 30, 2017
Righteously Nasty
Brittany Mitchell of the The Intimacy Firm joins the SWS crew in a convo about everything from navigating your sexuality before marriage (without compromising your celibacy), sexual freedoms in marriage, and of course Jaxon fetish with The Splash. Please don't forget to like, comment, subscribe, and/or repost. To send a question the SWS podcast, send us a message on IG @sexwithstrangerspodcast or email@example.com
January 23, 2017
Growling Pussy
Every now and then we give you one random ass episode. Our girl Juice is back so we just had to bug out. Don't forget to LIKE, COMMENT, SUBSCRIBE, AND REPOST!! If you're seeking horrible advice send us a message at email@example.com
January 9, 2017
Feeling Rejected?
Feeling Rejected? by Cii Marqui
January 2, 2017
The Legion of Savages
The Legion of Savages by Cii Marqui
December 26, 2016
The Return of Trickin Trav
The Return of Trickin Trav by Cii Marqui
December 12, 2016
Bank Teller Ass So Fat
Bank Teller Ass So Fat by Cii Marqui
December 5, 2016
One Year of Filth
Sex With Strangers: A Grown Folks Podcast turns ONE!!
November 28, 2016
1000 Assumptions
1000 Assumptions by Cii Marqui
November 21, 2016
Grab 'Em By the P***y!
Grab 'Em By the P***y! by Cii Marqui
November 14, 2016
Get Me Bodied
Jaxon shares a horrific story from his childhood, Cii just realized she was FAT, Juice isstill waiting to beat someone the f*** up, and if you're looking for some hair clip extensions for the low-low, Cii got you! Sex With Strangers: A Grown Folks Podcast is now on Google Play!!
November 1, 2016
Single Ladies Episode (cunt and raunchy edit)
Single Ladies Episode (cunt and raunchy edit) by Cii Marqui
October 24, 2016
Do You Take the Splash or Naw?
Do You Take the Splash or Naw? by Cii Marqui
October 17, 2016
Chemistry Matters
Chemistry Matters by Cii Marqui
October 10, 2016
Another Random Episode
Another Random Episode by Cii Marqui
September 28, 2016
Untitled (How Does It Feel)
The Strangers cover dealing with depression w/ guest Phil Roundtree (@phil_roundtree).
September 19, 2016
Booty Talk
The Strangers attempt to talk about booty sex, but Cii thought it was story time. Special thanks to Raaki for joining us on this episode.
September 12, 2016
Independent Woman Man
Independent Woman Man by Cii Marqui
August 29, 2016
The "Bad" Guy
All bad guys are not fuck boys contrary to popular good guy belief.
August 22, 2016
To Love A Black Man
Jaxon is back!
August 15, 2016
Lick My Tittie
Juice talks about her juicy vacation. Cii reminisces about being peed on. And Rich almost died from smoking K-2.
August 1, 2016
Many Loves
Many Loves by Cii Marqui
July 18, 2016
InstaBullshit by Cii Marqui
July 11, 2016
Tales of the Creep
Tales of the Creep by Cii Marqui
July 5, 2016
Let's Break Up
Let's Break Up by Cii Marqui
June 20, 2016
Sweet P***Y Vibes
One random ass episode!
June 13, 2016
Pound 7 (The All Guys Episode)
Another stab at the all guy's episode.
June 6, 2016
Big Girl Magic (You Still Ate This Ass Tho)
You boys can stop acting like a big girl hasn't put you in your feelings.
May 23, 2016
NIggas WIth Attitude
Sex With Strangers is back. Jaxon got a bitch ass attitude. Meanwhile, Cii and Juice don't give a fuck about it.
May 16, 2016
Gypsy Hoes and Listener Letters
Gypsy Hoes and Listener Letters by Cii Marqui
April 19, 2016
This Is How We Do It
The SWS crew discuss getting pass the honeymoon phase successfully.
April 11, 2016
The No-No Corner (ft. @meg.jones_)
From what's on our latest porn feeds to Cii's acquaintances with saggy and mega sized balls, the SWS crew is back another week uncut and off topic.
April 4, 2016
White Girl Named Keyshia
White Girl Named Keyshia by Cii Marqui
March 28, 2016
Don't Want No Loose Booty Man
Don't Want No Loose Booty Man by Cii Marqui
March 23, 2016
No Orgasm is a LET DOWN!
No Orgasm is a LET DOWN! by Cii Marqui
March 13, 2016
Pedestal Pussy: Plight of the Educated Black Woman
Pedestal Pussy: Plight of the Educated Black Woman by Cii Marqui
March 8, 2016
Two for One Special
Cii has no luck in finding Black Thunder. Jaxon asks a million questions about dating with kids. Juice cries. And Jodie is more scared to have another baby than to catch a disease.
February 29, 2016
Sloppy Toppy Magic
The SWS gang talk about the power of good sex--especially head--and other s**t
February 22, 2016
Will F**k For Food
Will F**k For Food by Cii Marqui
February 15, 2016
Tales of New Penis: Why Women Really Cheat
Tales of New Penis: Why Women Really Cheat by Cii Marqui
January 19, 2016
Situationships: Free Pussy for the Soul
Cii and Jaxon go into why there's so much pressure to be settled down before 30 and how situationships have become a mean of available (free) pussy.
January 12, 2016
Let's Have A Threesome
Let's Have A Threesome by Cii Marqui
January 5, 2016
Condom Dick and FUDA ft My Crazy Girlfriends
Cii discovers that she is PRO-raw dick and FUDA is a REAL thing!!
December 28, 2015
Hoes Don't Eat ft Trickin' Trav
Hoes Don't Eat ft Trickin' Trav by Cii Marqui
December 14, 2015
#ShowMeTheHoefax by Cii Marqui
December 8, 2015
Chingy Ate My Ass
Chingy Ate My Ass by Cii Marqui
November 30, 2015
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All of the programs offered by the children's library staff are designed to create an environment that will reinforce children's natural love of reading and storytelling. It is our mission to assist parents and caregivers in the important developmental task of building a foundation for lifelong literacy. This is done in programs using an age appropriate combination of books, music, rhymes and interactive fingerplays. We welcome you to call or visit our website if you have any questions about our programs or services that we offer.
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Kate Irwin - JCPL Children's Services Program Coordinator
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