10 am, and by then all the food was practically sold out. What
chicaneries and humiliations were not thought of at that time to
torture the left-over Jews! Sometimes it occurred to me that my
dear husband might have hardly been able to bear that.
Jewish physicians and lawyers who had hid themselves during
the pogrom were made to clean the streets, and later in the
winter they had to shovel the snow from them.
“NOT HERE ANYMORE!”
Again and again, folks on their march to Russia, predominantly
soldiers, passed through Jassy and wished to visit the missionary
Feinstein. They had read his writings and were looking forward
to meeting and greeting him. How confounded they were at the
message I had to convey to them! I shall never forget how one
of them was so shocked by the news that he cried, disconcerted,
like a baby and said, “How long have I anticipated this hour with
joy, and now this beloved brother is not here anymore!” Many a
time we even received help from unexpected parties. Persons
whom we did not even know brought us nourishment, sometimes
just when we had nothing left. Our Mission-Board could not look
after us any further, but God knew of our distress and He took
the care upon Himself. We were allowed to experience miraculous
assistance. I gave music lessons, as much as I was able to do,
and thus we got by in spite of dearth and the taxes we were
compelled to pay. There would be many incidents to tell out of
those days, but you doubtless want to know first what become of
our Daddy. The worry about him accompanied me step by step.
We searched in all directions, but in vain.
A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE
One day, a nice gentleman came to me, introduced himself as
a mathematics teacher, Dr. X. He told me that he, together with
my husband and several hundred Jews, had been locked in the
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