My Grandma Pearl…
Besides my mom, she is the most important woman in my life.
She was born in 1907 to an Orthodox Jewish family of 12 kids- she was the 7th child. Lucky 7 was my grandma – she out-lived all of her siblings.
She survived Jewish Pogroms, WWI, the Soviet Revolution, WWII, Stalin’s Era, and so forth and never, ever gave up.
She was picture perfect in every way and most of all, she loved my brother and I to death.
She lived on the outskirts of our city, where we spent most of our summers.
When she got ill she moved in with us.
Her death was very difficult for me to accept.
She died exactly one month after my first son was born. I felt as though she was making room for him in this world.
Here is the interesting fact about my babushka! She did not like her name Pearl. She thought it was way too Jewish for her, so she changed it to Paulina. When the Russians came to her village in 1928-1929 they decided that there was no such name is Paulina and changed to Pelageya (it’s the old Russian way). In 1995 when I got my citizenship I choose Paulina for my middle name in honor of my grandma. Back then I did not know that her real name was Pearl; if I knew it , Pearl would have been my middle name.
My blog is dedicated to my beloved Grandmother, who would have been 105 years old today.