By Donald H. Harrison
OCEANSIDE, Calf. — When Lillian Swerdlow, 84, was growing up on the
other coast of the United States, in Fall River, Mass., it was during that
pre-television era when family members entertained each other. As far as she was
concerned, there was no better time than when her father, Adolfo Krell, told
stories of his boyhood as a little Jewish gaucho on the pampas of Argentina.
Swerdlow
set about retelling her father's stories following her retirement in 1987 as a public health
nurse in a clinic at Northam Elementary school in La Puente,
Calif., and
subsequent relocation to Oceanside, about 40 miles north of San
Diego. Recently, the Jewish Braille Institute of New York City sent to her
a tape recording of her booklet, The Little Jewish Gaucho, that had been
made for blind children to enjoy. She is hopeful the story someday also will be
published for sighted children.
Baron Maurice Hirsch of Austria had been given permission by Argentina in the
late 19th century to establish a Jewish colony on the pampas. Swerdlow's
great-grandfather, Rabbi Isaac Krell, was among a group of Lithuanian Jews who
helped found the Algarrobos (Carob trees) community in the Colonia de
Mauricio Hirsch (Maurice Hirsch Colony) in the township of Carlos Casares.
Lillian Swerdlow
When Adolfo was just 5-years-old, his father, Gershom, died. His mother,
Eva, brought him from Buenos Aires to Algarrobos, in the province of Santa Fe, where her father-in-law, the
rabbi, had a farm. Eva felt that she had to take a job and that Adolfo
would be better off being raised in the Jewish Argentine community until she
could get on her feet. The farm and ranch hands were gauchos, who adopted
the child as one of their own, teaching him to ride horses, care for cows and
dress gaucho-style in the wide baggy pants known as bombacha, a ristra
belt, botas (boots), espuelas (spurs), a red
scarf, and a wide sombrero (hat.). Admiring Adolfo in that ensemble, they
dubbed him un pequeño gaucho judio, a little Jewish gaucho.
Swerdlow's book, written for juvenile readers,
tells of the day Adolfo was presented with his very own pony, which he
named Pinto, and another day when he attended at the birth of a calf which had
purple spots over its body—a calf the boy soon adopted as a pet and named
Violeta.
Adolfo lived in a multicultural world in which he would switch
effortlessly from the Yiddish of his grandparents, to the Spanish of the
gauchos, to the Italian of his neighbors, absorbing not only the languages but
the cultures of each. In such a world, his zaddie (grandfather) and
bubbie (grandmother) might serve him such Jewish desserts as kichelah
(cookies) or such Argentine trreats as dulce de leche, a sweet made
with milk.
He also would accompany his grandpa, the ruv (rabbi) on errands
throughout the colony, sometimes to perform a marriage, or a brit milah (ritual
circumcision); other times to hear and settle disputes between neighbors.
Eventually, the far-flung communities decided they should have a central
synagogue in the town of Carlos Casares, about 35 miles from Algarrobos, and
under Ruv Isaac's leadership Sociedad Israelita was
constructed.
When Adolfo was 10, he received a letter from his mother
telling him that she had remarried, and that he now had a new brother and
sister. The letter said that his mother and his new father would be soon
be arriving in Carlos Casares, and as he drove with his grandfather on a surrey
to meet them at the railroad station, Adolfo felt great anxiety. Would his
step-father like him? Would he like his step-father?
Although the story is about her father, Swerdlow was able to tell it from the
perspective of a 10-year-old boy—aided, no doubt, by the quarter century she
spent as a nurse and administrator at a public health clinic serving elementary
school children in La Puente.
Shortly after her retirement, Swerdlow traveled to Algarrobos and to Carlos
Casares to visit the land that her father had so loved as a boy. Her visit
to the area, where the Jewish population had dwindled to a handful, attracted
considerable attention. Her family was well remembered, with one city
council member in Carlos Casares telling her that her great-grandfather
also had once served on the township's city council.
An elderly Jewish woman made a point of telling Swerdlow and the
cousin with whom she traveled, Sara Krell, that she remembered the rabbi very
well; in fact he had done a wonderful job performing her son's
circumcision. The cousins laughed at the woman's enthusiasm, speculating
later that if the poor son had been there at the time, the mother might have
made him drop his pants to show off the rabbi's handiwork!
In an interview at her home, Swerdlow said after her father returned to Buenos
Aires with his mother and step-father, he was graduated from school and was
drafted into the Argentine military. He was given leave in Philadelphia after
his ship made a port-of-call there on New Year's Day 1918. He made a fast
trip to New York to find his uncle, who persuaded the youth to stay with him,
and get a job, rather than returning to the ship. Thus, said Swerdlow, her
father entered the United States illegally, and it was not until many years
later that he became an American citizen after being granted amnesty. He
initially worked as a mechanic in a sewing factory in New York City.
Adolfo married Swerdlow's mother, Esther, in New York City. Both of them
loved to dance, especially the tango, Argentina's national dance. Swerdlow was
born in 1922, with the family moving to Fall River, Mass., about the time
she was 7, so her father could work in a mill. Later they moved on to
Holyoke, Mass., where her father took another industrial job. Following
graduation from high school, Swerdlow went to New York City where she was
trained as a nurse at Mt. Sinai Hospital.
Jimmy Doolittle, who already was famous for his air raid on Tokyo, appealed for
more military nurses during a visit to the hospital and Swerdlow applied and was
accepted for a commission as a second lieutenant. She arrived in England on June
6, 1944—D-Day—and was assigned to a hospital in the British midlands, which
treated American casualties arriving from the European war theatre.
Near the end of the war, she attended services at the West
End Synagogue in London that featured Rabbi Stephen S. Wise and former New York
Gov. Herbert Lehman in an appeal for funds to help Jewish victims of the
Holocaust to get to Palestine. Even more memorable was VE (Victory in
Europe) Day when, amid all the excitement, an Air Force sergeant whom she first
met while touring Edinburgh Castle, proposed marriage. She and Leonard Swerdlow, now deceased,
were married in Brooklyn in 1946.
In addition to raising three children, Swerdlow went to Columbia University to
receive advanced training as a public health nurse. The couple moved to
California during the 1960s and her parents followed. Like their mother,
the three Swerdlow children— Michael, Barbara, and Ellen—grew up on Adolfo's stories of his life as a little
Jewish gaucho.
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