The name of the city changed with the various governments:
German/Yiddish...Lemberg...Polish...Lwow... Russian...Lvov...Ukrainian...Lviv
Lemberg the capital of Galicia
in the 18th century, is today the city of Lviv in Western Ukraine.
It was part of Austria (1772-1918), Poland (1387-1772, 1920-1939),
Germany (1941-1944), USSR (1945-1991) and after the collapse
of Soviet Union, since 1991, it is part of independent Ukraine.
For many years I asked my mother-in-law, Ida, where her father
and mother immigrated from. She always gave me the same answer,
"Galicia....Austria"
Looking for the name Katz in Galicia, is like looking for a
needle in a haystack. However, on naturalization papers, I did
find that Gershon (Harry) Katz was from Berezhany, Austria,
which is in Galicia.
A short while ago, I asked Ida where her mother, Fanny Shindler/
Hollander, was from and she said "from the same area as
my father."
Upon speaking with Hilda Green, the daughter of Fanny's brother
Max, Hilda recalled that her father always said he was from
Lemberg. As you can see from the map on the left, Lemberg, which
is now Lviv, is only 49 miles from Berezhany.
Hence, Ida was quite correct..... The towns of her mother
and father are from the same area. |
Our Visit To Lviv |
During the spring of 1995, Alan and I traveled
to Russia, Poland and Ukraine, to visit known ancestral towns
and to meet relatives we had discovered in my paternal family.
In Poland, we visited the town of Jablonka, which was the ancestral
home of the Goldberg
family.
We stopped in several towns in Ukraine, the first being Lviv.
At that time we did not know that this was the ancestral town
of the Shindler/Hollander family.
Below are excerpts from the trip diary we kept along with photographs.
Our trip to Eastern Europe was one we will never forget. |
Our trip to Ukraine was
planned and detailed by Miriam Weiner of Routes
to Roots. Miriam also did the Ukrainian genealogy on my
paternal family.
Even though the trip was the hardest we have ever taken, it
was the one that stands out in our memories as the most wonderful.
It is a cliché but true when we say, we were thrilled
to walk in the footsteps of our ancestors. |
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