My name is Howard Schwartz (formerly Howard Eilberg-Schwartz). On my father's side, I am descended from several families from Mlynov. Both of my grandparents, Paul H. Schwartz, and Pauline "Pepe" (Shulman) Schwartz were born in Mlynov. Paul was born in Mlynov in 1902 and arrived in Baltimore in 1912 with his parents and his brother, Norton. His brother, Ben Schwartz, had been sent on ahead of the family and had arrived in 1910. According to oral traditions, Ben made enough money to help the rest of his family make their way to Baltimore.
My grandmother, Pauline or just "Pepe," was born in Mlynov in about 1905 and arrived in Baltimore with her parents and a number of her siblings in 1921. They were in Mlynov during WWI and were evacuated when the Eastern Front moved back and forth near the town. My grandparents, Paul and Pepe, may have met in Mlynov when they were both very young, but they met again as young adults in Baltimore, fell in love, and married in about 1926.
According to oral traditions, their parents were not that happy about the engagement because Paul and Pepe were also first cousins. Their mothers were sisters from the Demb family. Paul's mother, born Yenta Demb, married Chaim Schwartz. Her sister, Pearl Malka Demb, married Tsodik Shulman, a nephew of the famous Haskalah writer, Kalman Schulman. Although family was not pleased by the proposed marriage of the first cousins in Baltimore, the young couple threatened to elope and so the family gave in.
My family always viewed this first cousin marriage from which we are descended as interesting and laughed about it saying that it explained all the neuroses in the family of which there were many. My daughter, upon learning that her great-grandparents were first cousins, exclaimed that "she must be her own third cousin."
I completely confuse distant cousins when I tell them I am related to them in two different ways. As it turns out, this intimate first cousin relationship from Mlynov was less odd than I originally imagined and I would discover other first cousin relationships from Mlynov as well other intimate marriages which are not usual today. As I understood more about the town, it all made sense. Mlynov was smaller than my high school. Whom else could they marry? Over time, I have come to understand that Mlynov was, for all intents and purposes, really just one large extended family.
My grandfather, Paul, arrived in Baltimore at the age of ten and became part of that transformation of the Baltimore Jewish community that embraced Americanization while also retaining strong ethnic Jewish ties and a good dose of traditional Jewish practice. On Shabbat, they attended the Shomrei Mishmeres Hakodesh synagogue, an orthodox Russian Ukrainian congregation that had purchased the Lloyd Street Synagogue, the third oldest synagogue in the US and the oldest in Baltimore.
Like the other Mlynov immigrants who arrived around this time, my grandfather's family initially piled into living quarters with their cousins just around the corner from what is now the Star-Spangled Banner House, the home where Mary Pickersgill lived when she, her daughters and an African American servant fashioned the flag that flew over Fort McHenry during the War of 1812 and inspired Francis Scott Key to write his poem.
Their location was in many ways a potent symbol of what life would be like for these new Mlynov immigrants. In 1914, two years after my grandfather's arrival, Baltimore had a massive centential celebration of that war's end, a city-wide festival in which Baltimore asserted its own symbolic importance to American patriotism and identity via the Star Spangled Banner.
My grandfather and family could very well have been present that 9th day of September 1914, at the corner of Albemarle and E. Pratt Street, when the city fixed a plaque on the wall of Mary Pickersgill's house. It would eventually be a national monument. Like the other Mlynov immigrants, his family was certainly were aware of the parades, exhibits and fireworks taking place across the city that entire week; they probably knew that Paul's first cousin, Mlynov-born, Clara Fram, was one of 6,400 school children who created a human American flag at Fort McHenry that week.
After they got their feet under them, Paul's family moved out of the home of his Aunt Mollie Roskes, and they had their own mom and pop confectionary store, which was a family run business in East Baltimore, an area crowded with other Russian Jewish immigrants. A family photo shows Paul, as a young teenager, participating in a baseketball team sponsored by the JEA (the Jewish Education Alliance), an organization formed to help Russian immigrants Americanize and acculturate.[3] Paul and his brother Norton would eventually open their own grocery called "Schwartz Bros" in Northeast Baltimore where Jews had been prevented from settling through gentlemen's agreements by real estate agents and developers.
Since my grandfather, Paul, had arrived in Baltimore at the age of ten, he spoke English with an American accent. This was not the case with my grandmother, Pepe Shulman, who had arrived in Baltimore in 1921 after WWI. Pepe's parents had been evacuated from Mlynov during WWI and in the fallout from the War, they decided to leave and make their way to Baltimore, where they had family and friends. They left behind the families of two of their eldest daughters, only one of which survived WWII in Russia.
Though I remember my grandparents, Paul and Pepe, with great fondness from my youth, I never really had much interest in where they came from until much later. It is only in the last several years, after my own parents passed away, that I took an interest in their story. As I was taking down the photos from the walls of my parents' home, I pondered the two family photos of my grandparents as young children seated with their families from Mlynov. I could pick out my grandparents in the photos and name some of their siblings and parents, but I didn't know much more. At that point, I didn't even know the name of the shtetl from which they had come. And so I set out to learn more. This website which honors Mlynov is one product of that effort.
My work stands on the shoulders of others who passed this way before me. I want to especially acknowlege here the fellow family historians who preserved photos, stories and videos of those from Mlynov and who shared those with me.
[1] Second row seated (right to left): Pepe's mother, Pearl Demb, Pearl's parents, Israel Jacob and Rivkah (Gruber) Demb, Pearl's husband Tsodik Shulman, their son-in-law, Saul Meiler. Back row (left to right): Tsodik and Pearl's daughter, Nachuma (Shulman) Meiler, son "Ertz" (Harry) Shulman, daughter Liza (Shulman) Koszhusner, Liza's husband Shia Koszhusner, Tsodik and Pearl's son Simon Shulman. Front row (left to right): daughters Sarah Shulman, Pepe Shulman, Clara Shulman and baby, granddaughter, Tamara Meiler. ↩
[2] Fram, "My Story" p. 4–5. The photo of the human flag was posted by Richard Gorelick. ↩
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