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While we had identified a great deal of our family history, we still wanted to see what life in the old country was like. To this end, Martin (Sonny) Zafman and David Feldman decided to make a trip to the area where our ancestors came from. Rather than go with a larger group, we decided to coordinate our own trip, which allowed us to completely customize our travels to our needs.

The article below covers our trip planning, travels in and out of Belarus, research in Belarus, visiting the town of Shereshev in Belarus and the town of Bialowieza in Poland. In addition to our thoughts on the trip, there are some very old family photographs taken in Shereshev and Bialowieza, along with numerous pictures taken on the trip.


Background on Shereshev

The first known record of our family name, Feldbaum, is Matas Feldbaum, who was born in Shereshevo around 1750. He is our direct ancestor – Martin’s gggg and David’s ggggggrandfather. Shereshevo is in Grodno Gubernia, Belarus (Gubernia is the administrative-territorial division in the Russian Empire and in the USSR from 1708-1929). Since Shereshevo is so close to the Polish border, it has changed hands many times from Russia, Poland, Lithuania, and Belarus. More recently, the town is referred to as Shereshev, and that is the name we will use throughout this document.

The picture on the left is our ancestor, Aaron Feldbaum (standing on the right), and his brother Nachman, with their mother Zelda, taken in Shereshev around 1875. The Feldbaums lived in Shereshev continuously from at least 1750 until 1942. This was when the Germans emptied the town of all the Jews by killing them and/or transporting them to Pruhzany, Belarus, where they placed them in a ghetto, and many died. Those that survived the ghetto were sent to Auschwitz on January 29, 30, 31, and February 1, 1942, where most of them were sent directly to the gas chambers.

Our family had only one survivor living in Shereshev just prior to the war - Laibel Feldbaum, the son of Nachman Feldbaum, who was Aaron’s brother. After he was liberated from Auschwitz he spent a few years in Displaced Persons camps in Europe until he finally came to America.

Aaron Feldbaum married Yuddis (Judith) Smorgon, and in 1881 left Shereshev and moved to Bialowieza. They had 11 children, and both Martin Zafman and David Feldman, the two people who went on this trip, are descendants of Aaron and Yuddis. Martin’s mother, Rae Zafman, was the second youngest daughter of Aaron and Yuddis, and David’s grandfather, Herschel, was Aaron and Yuddis’s oldest son.

Aaron and Yuddis Feldbaum and their children all immigrated to the US or Canada between 1902 and 1921. Today there are over 250 descendants of Aaron and Yuddis who have been born in the US and Canada.

The picture to the right is from a painting of Aaron Feldbaum studying the Talmud. The original photo, taken by a WPA photographer during the Depression, hung in the New York Historical Museum, and was used for decades by the Hallmark Card Company on their Passover cards. It also appears on Page 1 of the Pictorial History of the Jewish People. The original photo was apparently taken on a weekday at the synagogue in Brooklyn where Aaron went every day.

In addition to the Feldbaum ties to Shereshev, Martin’s father, Israel Zafman, and his family can be traced to Shereshev to about 1735. The picture on the right, taken about 1916, shows Martin’s father, Israel, standing in the back with his parents, Pesha Feiga and Moshe, and his younger brother, Irving. The picture on the left is of the Shereshev fire department, taken about 1918. Israel Zafman is second from the right. Israel immigrated to the US in 1920.









Trip Planning

Here are a few notes on coordinating your own trip, especially if you are going to Belarus. A good guide and driver are a necessity. In addition, you will need to get a visa to go into Belarus, which requires getting a sponsoring company as part of your visa application, usually set up through the company providing the guide. You need to start your planning early and finalize your itinerary so it can be included in your visa application (the visa application process takes about 8 weeks). We started our planning in February, 2007, and we departed the US on May 25.

Flights going directly into Belarus were not as convenient so we chose to fly to Warsaw, and then take trains to get us close to Belarus, where our guides could pick us up. This was not a good idea, as is detailed below. Based on our experience, we would recommend either flying or taking a train into and out of Belarus.

The map to the left shows that we started in Warsaw, then took a train to Bialystok. From there, the guide and driver picked us up, and we went to Grodno for research. After two days in Grodno we drove to our family hometown of Shereshev, and spent the night in Brest. We then took the train across the border to Terespol, Poland, and another guide and driver picked us up and took us to Bialowieza.


Entering Belarus

The afternoon we arrived in Warsaw we dropped our bags in our hotel room, and took off for an extended walking tour of the city. Much of Warsaw was destroyed during World War II. When it was rebuilt under the Communists, the architecture was modest, functional, and drab.

The one wise thing that the Poles did during rebuilding was to restore a section of the city to be an exact duplicate of Warsaw before the war. It’s a charming area called Old Town. There are many shops, galleries, bistros, and outdoor cafes. The picture at the right was one of the memorials of the Warsaw Ghetto that could be found in Old Town.

On Sunday we left Warsaw by train to go to Bialystok. Bialystok was also destroyed during WWII. It has been rebuilt with no effort to capture the beauty of the historic city. There is very little industry there, and it’s a quiet city, with the exception of the traffic between Poland and Belarus, as a result of its location on the main highway between the countries.

On Monday morning, May 28, our driver and guide came to the hotel to pick us up, and take us across the border to Belarus. Our guide was able to read, write, and speak Russian, Belarusian, Polish, English, Hebrew, and Yiddish.

That trip into Belarus turned out to be a challenging journey. We drove from Bialystok to the border in a relatively short time. As you can see from the picture below and to the left, the line of cars was very long. There were three lanes of traffic - the extreme right was for trucks, the middle was for cars going to Belarus, and the left lane was for opposing traffic that just crossed the border into Poland. The line for cars was over a mile long. We got in line, and after waiting almost 3 hours, we had only moved about 50 feet. At that rate it would have taken us days to get across.

David asked Martin for his passport and walked to the front of the line with our guide to see if they could expedite things. David told the border guard that he was traveling with an old man who was not feeling well, and he was worried about his health. The guard looked at the passports, and told David to go back to the car and move to the front of the line. They stopped the oncoming traffic so we were able to get to the front of the line. While the guard was “processing” us he stepped out of his booth to get a good look at me. He asked Martin for his medical insurance documents. Martin showed him what he had, and he decided that they were not adequate. He made Martin buy special Belarusian health insurance for a total cost of $4.00, and he sent us on our way.

As soon as we crossed the border our guide asked to see the insurance document, and she started to laugh. The piece of paper was an advertisement for something that had nothing to do with health insurance. It seems that this was his way of getting a bribe.


Research in Grodno

Once we got into Belarus we drove directly to the Central Archives in Grodno. The archives building can be seen in the picture below. Here, too, it was necessary for our guide to give a “gift” to the director.By doing this she smoothed the way for us to start our research.











The picture to the left is the main office in the Archives. As you can see, most of the records are either in card catalogs or binders – we did not see any computers.Every item in the Archives is documented in a master index. The index is kept in a journal much like an accountant uses. Nothing there is digitized, microfilmed, or reproduced in any other way to make it easier to find information. We spent the rest of the day looking through the indexes and listing all the documents that had the name of Shereshev, Feldbaum, or Zyvzich. At the end of the day, we gave the list to the assistant who said that she would have the documents ready for us the next morning.

When we arrived the next morning she had a pile of the original documents from the archive. Our guide started to go through these old files, some of them almost 200 years old. The original documents were filed in leather-bound books that were falling apart. The leather was mostly cracked and peeling. Some of the books were 5 or 6 inches thick with documents. The room we did the research in can be seen in the picture on the right.


We found information about our maternal grandfather’s brother, who left Shereshev with his 8-year old son during the time a census was taken. The two documents on the left show the front and back of the revision record form, necessary to prove that he had reason not to be home when the revision was taken. When he returned, his son was not with him. Apparently, his son died in 1875 while away with his father. We assume that our great uncle took the boy to get medical help but was unsuccessful. On the back of the census form there was a statement that attested to the fact that the boy died. The back was certified and signed by Rabbi Shereshevsky.

The Director of the Archives allowed us to photograph each document with our own cameras. We did have to pay about $5.00 for each picture. We needed the pictures so we could have a hard copy of the actual document that our guide would be able to translate for us. The other documents we found are shown in the pictures on the right. They are written in Old Russian Cyrillic. A great deal of the information we found gave very detailed descriptions of our families’ residences, including building materials, size of building, number of rooms, and whether or not there was a business in the building.

Grodno Ghetto


On our last night in Grodno our guide arranged to have a Holocaust survivor take us on a tour of the city. His name was Tzvi Hosid, and he was born in Grodno, and returned there after the war. The tour focused on the Jewish history of the city. He took us to the Grodno Synagogue shown below. We were allowed to go inside, and the picture on the right shows the interior. The synagogue was quite beautiful, outside and in, and it’s rather obvious that there are no longer regular services held there.

We toured the Ghetto, and he described to us what life there was like. The pictures to the left show the entrance to the Jewish Ghetto and the picture on the right shows the memorial plaque that honored them after the war. While we were standing at the entrance, Tzvi told us of his daring escape from the train on the way to Auschwitz and his joining the resistance for the duration of the war. Tzvi was so thoroughly steeped in the history of the city that he captivated us with its history and stories. After the tour we all went to dinner, and he continued to tell us stories about life in Grodno before, during, and after the war.


The drive from Grodno through Pruzhany to Shereshev was a pleasant one. The land is flat, and we were able to see what life must have been like at the turn of the last century. The bigger cities like Grodno, Pruzhany, and Brest show little trace of what it looked like 100 years ago because they were mostly destroyed during WWII. In Pruzhany we did see several old houses that were once owned by Jews, but there were very few of them. The Jewish cemetery in Pruzhany has been mostly destroyed. A memorial was erected at the entrance to the cemetery.

The picture to the left shows a stork. There were literally hundreds of these huge birds’ nests on many buildings, poles, and any other available above-ground structure. Some of the nests were almost 4 feet in diameter.

When our parents and grandparents lived in Shereshev and Bialowieza, a trip to Pruzhany was a long, tiring one – about 15 kilometers. Traveling that distance by horse and wagon on unpaved roads took its toll on the people. They only traveled back and forth on special occasions.

Today the trip took about half an hour on a road that had no traffic, but did have more than a few potholes. Still, it was an easy trip.

A few hundred yards from the outskirts of the city there is a road sign that announces that we have arrived in Shereshev. The picture on the right shows the sign that stands on the road from Pruzhany at the entrance to the village. The sign is written in Belarusian Cyrillic and reads “Sheresheva”. The Jews called it Shereshev. This picture was taken at the height of the local rush hour - notice that there isn't one vehicle in sight. We stopped the car, walked to the sign, and took pictures of it. It is so hard to describe the feelings we had - we were about to walk in the same streets that our ancestors walked...







As we began to walk around, our guide told us that we had an appointment with the mayor of Shereshev. His name was Vadim Malyshkevich. We went to City Hall (see picture below), where he was waiting for us. A picture of the mayor with Alexander Lukashenko, the President of Belarus, can be seen on the left.  He seemed genuinely happy to see us. He didn't speak English so our guide did the translating for us.  He was warm and gracious, and asked us a bunch of questions. He said that he was born in Shereshev, and he told us a bit of the town’s history. He was sad that there are no records of any Jews ever living in Shereshev and that he knows that we had a major role in the development of the village. He was unhappy about this because the Jews were so much a part of the city’s history.  














We told him that our ancestor, Matis Feldbaum, was born there in 1750, and that Martin’s gggggrandfather, Nossel Zyfzick, was born there in 1735. He asked us if we had any pictures of Shereshev, and David said that he did.David then downloaded pictures from the Feldbaum/Feldman website, and gave them to him.

We asked the Mayor if he had a map of Shereshev, and he produced a huge 5’ X 7’ map, dated 1911 (shown in the picture below). It shows every street, house, and house number. In addition to the map, the mayor gave us a copy of the Coat of Arms of Shereshev, and a picture of this can be seen on the right.










































At the time Martin didn't realize that we had the address of the house that his great grandfather, grandfather, and father lived in. It was on one of the documents that we found in the Grodno Archives, but hadn't yet translated. The house that Martin’s father, Israel, lived in for about 25 years, was assessed a real estate tax of 20 rubles in 1910 and 1911. There was one other house in Shereshev that had the same assessment. It was the lowest real estate assessment in town, which means that it was the smallest, least expensive house in town.

He then invited us to have lunch with a few of the local politicians in what we think is the only restaurant in town, called Raisa Bulchuk, owned by a woman who lives in Shereshev. She also owns 6 other restaurants in the surrounding area. She, along with the Mayor, hosted the lunch. There was no menu - the waiter just kept bringing food, and we kept eating. We also partook of the customary rounds of vodka that go with every meal. We were each given shot glasses, and had to have 3 shots of the strongest vodka we have ever had. It was potent.


The inside of the restaurant can be seen on the left, and our meal is shown on the right.


We noticed a moon-shaped window cut into the door of a very small building in the back, and subsequently, found out that there is no indoor plumbing anywhere in Shereshev. Each house has its own well (or a shared well) in the yard that supplies them with water.


The mayor told us that there are only a few people left that remembered what it was like before the war. One was a lady with whom he had arranged a visit for us in her house (picture at right).

When we drove up to her house, she was waiting for us in her yard. Almost every house in Shereshev had a garden, either in front, in back, or on the side, as did hers, where they grew their own vegetables. If they had more then the needed, they sold the excess at the market.

The pictures to the left shows the main room in the house. It probably looks exactly the same as it did 75 years ago. It was immaculate and quite comfortable.  The main room was a multi-purpose room. It served as the dining room, living room, and bedroom. Notice the huge bed pillows. The carpets on the walls serve two purposes. First, it’s decorative, and second, it’s utilitarian. It keeps the drafts out, and prevents the heat from escaping in the winter.

The furniture was quite old, but in excellent condition. We suspected that there had been no changes in the house since it had been built. It gave us a great opportunity to see how the people live now, as well as 100 years ago.

We then sat down at the table shown, below, and talked with the elderly woman though our interpreter, our guide. We asked her what it was like before the war. She told us that she remembered that every Friday evening a town crier went around calling, “Shabbos, Shabbos”, to let everyone know that it was time for the Sabbath to begin. She told us stories about going to school with the Jewish children and how everyone got along. She also had some photographs of herself when she was a student in elementary school. It was a mixed group that included the Jewish children who went to the secular school.

We asked her if she knew what happened to the Jews - she told us that one night they all ran away, leaving everything behind, and that no one was killed. We respectfully told her what happened to our great uncle, Nachman, who lived in Shereshev, and that he and his family perished in the Holocaust. She remained silent, as did we.

Martin asked her if she had a pripichuk. He didn’t know if she would laugh at him, or be embarrassed because she didn’t know what it was. Much to the surprise of all of us, she said, “Yes”, and invited us into her kitchen to see it. Her pripichuk can be seen on the right.

When Martin was a young boy, his father told him stories of what life was like in the “Old Country”. He described in great detail the many roles of the pripichuk, a wood-burning stove. First, it was an oven that provided heat for the entire house. It was also a cooktop where the food was prepared. In addition, it served as the clothes dryer. (See the picture to the left with the clothes drying on it.) However, in the winter it was mostly used as a bed because it was the warmest place in the house.

To sleep on the pripichuk, first a sheet was spread over the sleeping shelf. On top of the sheet was placed a “perineh”, a goose down-filled comforter, which acted as a mattress and softened the “bed”. A person slept on top of this perineh. A second perineh was used as a blanket. Sonny’s father claimed that sleeping on the pripichuk was as warm as toast and extremely comfortable. Our hostess was very proud of her house, and she showed us the heavy perinehs that were on her bed.

The mayor then had someone bring us to the Jewish cemetery in Shereshev. It was heartbreaking because it had been almost totally destroyed. The graves were destroyed by the Germans, by townspeople who used the stones for building materials, and by the locals who destroyed them for the fun of it. There are only 2 or 3 gravestones that are still standing, but leaning, and will eventually fall. The majority of the remaining stones have sunk into the ground so that only the top one-third or less is visible. The harsh seasonal weather softens the ground, which subsequently cannot support the full weight of the stones, so they have sunk into the soil over the years.

As you can see from the picture on the right, goats freely roamed the cemetery. There were many fragments of stones with engravings on them. The picture on the left was the most well-preserved of all the stones that we saw. We took pictures of all of the stones that were in any way legible, and sent them to Israel to see if they could be translated.


When we were finished taking pictures at the cemetery, we just drove around and took some photographs of the town. The pictures shown here show how little has probably changed from when our ancestors lived there. As you can see, transportation is pretty basic, from the horse-drawn wagon to the frequently seen bicycles.

























A street scene on the left shows houses that probably look exactly the way they did when our ancestors were living there.

On the main street through town we took a couple of pictures of houses showing the shared wells (see 2 pictures below). People have to draw water from the well for all of the bathing, cooking, washing needs, etc. As already mentioned, each house has an outhouse in the back, as does the restaurant and all other buildings.

















The house next to the elderly woman had a huge wood storage area (see picture to the left). Even though it was summer time, there was wood stored for heating the stove for cooking and making hot water. We assumed that in late summer they would have to prepare a great deal of firewood to last through the winter.

While we were driving around, we never saw any automobiles, but did see animals such as the geese shown to the right.


Before we left Shereshev we wanted to see the house where our grandfather/great grandfather’s brother, Nachman Feldbaum, lived. In 1881 he moved to a nearby town, which we also visited, and details on this are below. A family member had given us a picture of what she thought was Nachman’s house. In doing research before going on our trip, we ran across a beautiful story written by Moshe Kantorowitz about his life in Shereshev from 1933 until he went to Auschwitz in 1943, how he made it through Auschwitz, and how he ended up immigrating to Canada. His story can be found at: If you have not already read this story, it is well worth the read.

In Moshe’s story he mentioned his next-door neighbor, Nachman Feldbaum, many times in the book. Moshe had a picture of his house in Shereshev in the story, and it was the same picture we had which we thought was Nachman’s house. Both the Kantorowitzes and the Feldbaums had some of the larger homes in Shereshev so when the Germans arrived, they wanted to take over these houses for their headquarters. Unfortunately, when the Germans demanded Nachman’s house, apparently he didn’t move quickly enough so the German SS guard shot him in the head in front of his family. Eventually, the rest of the family met the same fate, except Nachman’s son Laibel, who was with Moshe at Auschwitz and did survive the war.

Having a picture and knowing that Moshe’s house was on the market square and that Nachman’s house was right next to it, it was not difficult to find both houses. Both of these houses can be seen below.


The aqua-colored house on the left is Moshe Kantorowitzes’, and Nachman Feldbaum’s is the brown one on the right. The area in the front of these houses is currently a park, but before the war it was the market square. It was disappointing that no one was home because we would have loved to see the interior. We did walk around the house, and to the left is a picture of the back of Nachman’s house.

We have an old picture from Nachman’s house showing his wife Tzina and his daughter Sarah standing in front of the house. The sign on the door behind Sarah shows a picture of a shoe, and says “Gentlemen” (in English) - Nachman and his brother Aaron were both cobblers. This picture was taken about 1920. While Nachman’s house shown above has 4 windows in the front, on a blow-up of the picture an outline of where the door that Tzina and Sarah are standing by can be seen.


After spending most of the day in Shereshev, we decided to leave for Brest, where we were going to spend the night. Brest, like many of the other cities we visited, was badly destroyed during WWII. Most of the buildings were post war, Communist-style architecture, with little or no personality. As we knew from our planning, our Belarusian guides were not able to go easily into Poland. They had to get a special temporary pass, which costs about $60, which they did in order to pick us up in Bialystok.

So we arranged for another guide and driver to assist us in Poland. The following morning after breakfast our driver and guide took us to the Brest Railroad Station, where we were going to take a train across the border into Terespol, Poland. While this was a much easier and more pleasant way to cross into Poland, it still was not simple. When we got to the train station, we had to wait outside a special room for those exiting Belarus. Our wait was about 30 minutes because no one was there yet. After going through many lines we were finally allowed to get on the train. Unlike airports, there were no carts available for helping with moving the luggage around, and getting on the train with our luggage was no small task.

The entire train trip was supposed to take 18 minutes to get from Brest to Terespol. However, there were problems with other trains in the way, and the short trip took much longer. Getting off the train was not easy either. Rather than being allowed to get off the train, security people came on board and checked papers, and actually went through luggage one person at a time. We were glad we were in the front of the train so it did not take that long for us.

Our Polish guide and driver were waiting for us at the train station. They, too, were most pleasant and extremely knowledgeable. We asked the guide if he had ever heard of a Polish King named Sabetski, and he immediately told us the exact date of his reign in the 17th century. He was a walking encyclopedia, and even though it was a little hard to understand his English, he added so much to our understanding of the area.



In 1881 our grandfather/great grandfather Aaron Feldbaum and his wife Yuddis Smorgon Feldbaum, who were young newlyweds, moved from Shereshev to Bialowieza, which was about 15 kilometers to the west. From the 1600’s until World War I Jews were restricted to living in certain areas within the Pale of Settlement. Bialowieza was outside the Pale.

Bialowieza (pronounced B’ya-yo-vesh-ia), which is now in Poland, had no Jews living there until the early 1880’s. It was the home of the winter hunting palace of the czars, and Jews had not been permitted to live in such close proximity to the royal family. We don’t know why the Czar changed the policy and allowed Jews to move to Bialowieza.

The town of Bialowieza is located adjacent to the Bialowieza National Park. This park is the oldest in Poland, and its history goes back to 1921 when the forest district “Rezerwat” was created. The park is 26,000 acres, of which 11,725 acres are strictly protected. The European bison is the symbol of the Bialowieza National Park and the entire Bialowieza Forest. The entrance to the park can be seen to the left.

Aaron and Yuddis bought a house on the main street of town, where all of their 11 children were born. Three of the children died at a very young age. The family lived in the house for 40 years. They left in April, 1921, to go to America to join their 3 children who had immigrated before World War I. The picture at the right shows Aaron and Yuddis, 5 of their children, one son-in-law and two grandchildren, taken in about 1909. All of their older children had already immigrated to the US.


When Martin Zafman was a small boy, his mother, Rachel Feldman Zafman, told him many stories about her life in Europe before they came to America. She often described the house in great detail, and she was especially proud of the fact that her house was the only one on the main street to have a “bay window” in the front. Her brother-in-law, Chaim Krugman, used the bay window as his shop where he repaired watches and sold jewelry. There used to be a short flight of stairs that led from the street into the house.

In addition to knowing roughly how big the house was and what the house looked like, we also knew it was on the main street down from the entrance to the park. At the park we got a detailed map of the area, and found the main street we were looking for - it was called ul. Waszkiewicza. The first part of the street had some stores and restaurants, but after the first street it was entirely residential.

It did not take us long to see the house that met the specs exactly, but we decided we should drive up and down the street to make sure that there was not another house that fit the description. There was no other house that matched exactly what Martin remembered from the stories that his mother told him.

The picture to the left was what we saw. It was the only house with a bay window on the main street that was well over 100 years old. While the house seemed small across the front, the house was quite long, as can be seen from the side view above and to the right. Given that there were 11 children and 2 adults, we felt comfortable that it was big enough to accommodate the family.

Martin also had mentioned about a separate room on the back, and sure enough we found one, as can be seen from the rear view, shown in the picture above and to the right.

Perhaps you can imagine our joy when we found the house. It was so special for us to see the house that some of our parents, grandparents and great grandparents were born in. It’s difficult to describe our emotions when we walked around the house, walking on the same ground as our ancestors. The stories that Rae Feldbaum (Rachel) told her son Martin immediately came to life, and we were transported back to the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th. It was a very emotional time, and undoubtedly, the highlight of our trip.

Our next and final stop was Narewka, which is the location of the Jewish cemetery for Jews buried in this area. The road between Bialowieza and Narewka is a single-lane dirt road that cuts right trough the Bialowieza Forest (Bialowiezkia Puscha). The Narewka cemetery is on the outskirts of the city. If our guide didn’t know exactly where it was, we would have passed it by and never found it. It’s right in the forest on a hill sloping down to a small valley, but is not identified in any way. So it was quite surprising to learn how many local people knew of the Jewish cemetery.

We had a picture of a gravestone of a son-in-law of Aaron and Yuddis, who died around 1924. The picture on the right shows Aaron’s and Yuddis’ second oldest daughter, Reina, with her 2 daughters, Bella and Lily, at the gravesite of their husband and father, Chaim Krugman. This picture was taken in the Narewka cemetery some time after 1924 and before 1929 when they immigrated to Canada.

Compared to Shereshev, the Narewka cemetery was in much better shape, but nowhere near its original condition. After looking for over an hour, we could not find any family members in the cemetery. The area around the gravestones was quite overgrown, and there were no organized rows to follow, rather, just random grave markers, some close together, others quite far apart. We took pictures of over 50 gravestones, and some of the ones in better condition can be seen to the left. We also sent these pictures to Israel to be translated.

















We would truly love to help bring the cemetery back to its original state, but, unfortunately, it’s just not realistic. Walking around the gravestones and reading as much Hebrew as we could really moved the clock back in time for us, albeit for a brief time.


It was a little ironic that right after we finishing writing about our trip, we found out that another family that had relatives in Shereshev undertook a project to restore the abandoned Jewish cemetery. Their work included erecting a perimeter metal fence of about 1500 meters in length, and a gate to the cemetery in the original location. In addition a black granite monument was erected with the inscription reading: 

This cemetery is rededicated to the Jewish community of Sharashova, in loving memory of the once vibrant Jewish community, with fervent hopes for a peaceful and just world for all. 

In memory of those who were deported to Auschwitz January 30 – February 2, 1943. 

Dedicated September 2007 by descendents of the Jewish community.

The project met with complete cooperation of the authorities of the village of Sharashova and the region of Pruzany, and local fabricators and laborers were engaged in the work.

A more detailed story about this project can be found out: Restoring the Shereshev Cemetery


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