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Raizel Garncarz
Postcard to Sala Garncarz, in German, Sosnowitz, Poland, December
16, 1941
NYPL, Dorot Jewish Division, Sala Garncarz Collection
Sala!
Chanukah! The first day of Chanukah. Our dear father kindles
the lights. He’s singing “Ha-neros halolu” while
crying all the time. Oh, Sala, you know how he would like to see
his children together, and we—our dear mother, Blima, me,
and even the candles themselves—weren’t exactly cheerful
either.
Our dear father looks at the clock … yes, the time has
arrived when I can write to you, and so, I’m writing. Now,
Sala, what’s new with you, are you well, are you still working?
I even didn’t want to write because we all believed that
you would come on vacation. Isn’t it so? Or maybe you want
to surprise us. How nice! Shall we not believe in that? Why? Maybe
they told us the truth, that you will come home again, but when
will that be?
Don’t be angry that we didn’t send you what you wanted.
We can only send something once a month, not when we want to,
and thus we’re excused. Meanwhile, we hope to hear good
news from you. Here, things are as usual, nothing special.
We are, thank God, well. There was a big wedding here, to which
I
wasn’t invited.
Raizel