Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Special excerpt from YA nonfiction, The Lost Town, by Avrom Bendavid-Val

Today, I have a special excerpt from the young adult non-fiction book, The Lost Town: Bringing Back Trochenbrod, by Avrom Bendavid-Val.

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A little bit about the author:
Avrom Bendavid-Val was working as an environmental consultant in Poland in 1997 when he decided to cross the Ukrainian border and visit the place his father came from, the town of Trochenbrod. Finding nothing there, he was determined to uncover the history and spirit of the vanished town. Avrom continues to this day to research, write and make films about the town, and serve as the anchor for the American community of Trochenbrod descendants. Avrom Bendavid-Val lives in Washington, D.C.

A little bit about the book:
Trochenbrod was a bustling commercial center of more than 5,000 people, all Jews, that was hidden deep in the forest in northwest Ukraine. It thrived as a tiny Jewish kingdom unnoticed and unknown to most people, even though it was “the big city” for surrounding Ukrainian and Polish villages. The people of Trochenbrod vanished in the Holocaust, and soon nothing remained of this vibrant 130 year-old town but a mysterious double row of trees and bushes in a clearing in the forest.

Excerpt from The Lost Town: Bringing Back Trochenbrod:
A wedding was a joyous event in Trochenbrod; everyone participated. Two fathers would meet in the field. “If I’m not mistaken,” one says, “you have a girl sixteen years old and my boy’s seventeen. I think they would be alright.” After deciding on a dowry, which could be money or food and board at the bride’s parents’ house for a certain amount of time, the fathers shook hands and this way decided their children’s fate. At the wedding, everyone danced, men with men and women with women. Meanwhile, the nervous bride and groom sat at the ends of the long table and looked at each other wondering what would be. Despite what each one thought, the match was accepted.

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Mai T. said...

What does your family think of your writing?

Rita Wray said...

I enjoyed the post.

Unknown said...

I really enjoyed the post, thank you.

Anna Josefin Bergman said...

Sounds good