На Великих Озерах
WASAGA BEACH
На Великих Озёрах
By Roza levit
To my mother,
Hanna Lapidus
My mother, Hanna Lapidus. was born in ;ven;ionys, Lithuania.
84 kilometers (52 mi) north of Vilnius in Lithuania.
She was born on the first night of Hanukkah.
This what she remembers.
According Hebrew calendar, that goes not only by sun but by moon as well, the dates of the first night of Hanukkah different from year to year.
Upon arrival from concentration camp in March 1945 to her native town
Oshmana, Belarus she have to obtain new documents with her date of birth according the Georgian calendar.
So her day of birth was written in passport December 9, 1923.
My mother open a new life chapter of her after war life, as Anna Lapidus .
The family house, that was know as famous corchma Napoleon, was located near city park, was burned by German attack during the war.
Four of her oldest brother were murdered.
Her mother, Rachel, my grandmother, after whom I have my Hebrew name, died in Oshmana getto.
The only my mother and her youngest brother, Meir survived.
As many of survivals of war, my mother did not like to share her life before and during the war.
It was to painful for her.
She choose to embrace a new life .
What should I say more about my mother you will find out from pages of that book .
I call book about my mother - Wasaga Beach, because here on Canadian land she opens up to me with a precious stories about her family.
She kept them deep down in her heart and soul.
As a a child feel, knew that , learn not to ask so many questions .
But there , at my house on shores of Nottawasaga Bay, she starts to talk.
Perhaps, she talk not to me , not to herself , looking on beautiful G-d creation of nature.
She talks to Master of Universe himself, remaining him about what happens to her family, that she never stops loving, praying for her own children and grandchildren.
The heeling usually starts when person comfortable to let it go what inside of him. Canada become a healing place to my mother.
It was a safe nest for her family.
I treasure that moments, and thankful for every stores from her past.
I wrap them into today life of my family, preserved those stories on pages on book for new generations.
We are, as trees, can not live without our roots.
Last years of my mother life , I spend summer time with her on balcony of cottage, looking on the best in the world Canadian sunsets .
She loves Canada, feel safe there .
"На Великих Озерах"
Я могла часами сидеть с мамой на балконе,любоваться закатом, слушать музыку озерных волн,гоготанье чаек.
В эти закатные часы,когда всё в природе замирает готовясь к ночи и на небосклоне становятся видны звёзды, серебрится диск луны,мне казалось,что я слышу саму галактику.
Мы говорили и сидели в тишине,сидели в тишине и говорили.
В детстве мне не пришлось вот так проводить время с мамой.
Она всегда была занята.
И сейчас мы как бы наверствовали те давно ушедшие времена.
Можно ли вернуть время вспять?
Согласно учению наших мудрецов, то да .
И если это так,то как поётся в песне
- Есть только миг между прошлым и будущем...
Вот он, прямо перед мною этот миг.
Прошлое о котором сейчас,я знаю,думает мама и будущее,которое уже спит в своих кроватках и для которого я и пишу свои книги.
Осознавание все этого придавало мне силы и я, как те волны,чайки,звёзды, само солнце, летела с Великих Канадских Озёр к реке Ошмянке,к отчиму дому,над крышей которого уже занимался рассвет нового дня.
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Роза Левит, 2019
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