BEDTIME STORY

Published August 19, 2017 by rochellewisoff

This week Pegman takes us to Wroclaw, Poland

Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post. Note that there is both streetview and photospheres at this location.

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For some reason, I’m not getting my Pegman notification in my inbox. So I had to go looking for it. 😉 Good job J Hardy and K Rawson. Now you know I’m hooked. Not to mention that I’m typing this in a moving car on the way back from a writers conference in Branson, MO. 

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 150

BEDTIME STORY

“The Cossacks came to Poland to recruit soldiers into the Russian army.” Rhoda’s grandfather’s faded eyes filled. “Soldiers? Feh! It’s 1903. I am fourteen and live with my sister and her husband. She hides me under a pile of soiled diapers and bedding. Oy, the shtink. When the Cossacks leave, she kisses me and shoves me out the back door. ‘Go,’ she says. ‘to America.’”

Questions stuck in Rhoda’s throat like cold oatmeal. “You came by yourself?”

“Like an animal in the ship’s steerage level. Nu? It’s better than serving 40 years as a Jew in the Czar’s army.”

“How did you survive?”

“To see dis shriveled old man now you would not know what a clever boy he was. You live on the street, you learn quick.” 

Rhoda hugged her pillow to her chest. “You must’ve had gobs of adventures!”

Zaydeh pinched her cheek. “Stories for another time, yes?”

25 comments on “BEDTIME STORY

    • Dear James,

      This is a rewritten excerpt distilled from a larger short story. That made sense, right? 😉 It was loosely based on my grandfather who came from Poland in 1906 to escape the pogroms and the Russian “draft.” He was never a particularly warm person, so for my own resolution I wrote the longer story of the conversation I wish we’d had. So many unanswered questions.
      Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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    • Dear Lish,

      Little was known about my maternal grandfather by the rest of the family. My mother told me he didn’t know his own birthday because of the pogroms. I was told by a cousin that Grandpa came fled Poland to escape the Russian ‘draft’ and hitchhiked from NY to the Midwest. Fodder for another novel I think. 😉 At any rate, he inspired the short story this snippet came from. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    As always, you pull us into your story with wonderful descriptions and/or dialogue. This had both. Too bad the real Zaydeh didn’t share more stories with the family…

    Lotsa love,

    Dale

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