Memory from Russia

Memory from Russia

From my uncle’s memoir, American Inscape

Her earliest memories included seeing an old Jew in the shtetl burst through their door with blood gushing down him as he fell squealing and writhing because his tongue had been torn out. That was the warning signal of the ensuing pogrom that the family survived without much harm by hiding in the woods for a week,

That was about my grandmother, Bessie.

Cavitch, David. American Inscape; A Memoir. Xlibris, 2005. 21.