It’s my last day in I-F.  We have an awful lot to do before the day is over, even though it seemed as though this would just be a lazy day.  I did sleep a little later – I go to sleep so late, that waking up before 7 is really difficult.  Ella made that wonderful cheese toast again for breakfast.  Sasha went to get the car so we could go to the huge marketplace and then the archives.  The market is a wonder.  There is the widest variety of food displays – fruits, vegetables, grains,

Marketplace

Marketplace

breads, meats, fish, pastries, cheeses, eggs, milk.  The market is so crowded with people it seems as if the world is shopping.  The aisles are endless.  We keep turning corners – Sasha I think is impatient with me because I am walking so slowly and taking photos of everything – the colors and crowds are wonderful.  Among other things, Ella bought eggs that she put in a small plastic bag.  I just know if I were the one carrying them, they wouldn’t survive the shopping trip!

We stopped by the archives after the market and Sasha was very good about sitting in the car just listening to the radio while Ella and I went inside.  Instead of the 45 promised records, we had 60! The records from the Archives I-F July 3 and beyond are incredible.  I can’t wait to wade into these. When we get to Julia’s later this afternoon, before our family farewell dinner for me, Ella will translate and I will type so I can send these to my dad to be put on the quickly growing spreadsheet.  I am sure that when we sort the data we will find some additional connections or at least lots of new questions.  I get the archivist’s email address so I can send her some resources on the history of Stanislawow and the Nazi murders there.  Apparently (if I understand correctly) she was originally hired to sort and manage the Jewish community’s records in the municipal archives and she became interested in the history of the Shoah while she was doing that.  She has been extremely helpful, and although I have compensated her, she really went beyond what I asked of her in many ways.  When we got into the car, I couldn’t resist glancing through the cards to see if there was anything that particularly struck me and immediately noticed records of family – this will corroborate information which until now has only been anecdotal.  We went home to put groceries away and then to Nathalie’s.  Nathalie had finished the catalog of the holdings in the archives and the first of the files from Rabbi Kolesnik.  We stayed and talked for awhile about her work scanning and transcribing records for Yad Vashem, her grandparents’ holocaust experience and what it was like for her at a Chabad school in Israel.

Ella and I quickly walked back to Julia’s – so conscious of how late it was getting and the work we needed to do so I could type up the information from the notecards, get my boarding passes for tomorrow’s flights, and still get to dinner at the restaurant on time.  Typing the information is never speedy.  We are constantly distracted and begin conversations about the small amount of facts on the cards, the relationships of the people, their names, where they lived, and our own stories.  In between I am trying to find time to i.m. with Robert, knowing that since I left NY,  finding time to talk with him has been really difficult and we haven’t had much time to chat on Skype or i.m. – partly because of internet access, partly because of activities that I am in the midst of doing and partly because of the large number of hours that separate us – when I am in Ukraine, there is a 9 hour difference with Santa Fe.  That means there is a very small window of time that we can be on line at the same time and I haven’t been able to be on a high speed connection with my own computer every day.

Dinner was charming at a lovely Japanese restaurant.  We all shared a sushi appetizer – Julia and I both had teriyaki veggies and green tea ice cream for dessert.  Julia said that Fiddler was packed and she and Babasya enjoyed the show.

View of I-F

View of I-F

While we wandered home in a light rain, we passed the theater in which it was playing and noticed that 3 additional performances had been added to the originally scheduled three.  We arrived home, only slightly damp, for a last chat, to pack, and Ella for almost the last time, to try to get me to eat something!

More scenes from I-F

More scenes from I-F

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