YOHRZEIT FOR MOTHER
The Ginzburgs' first child died of inflammation of the lungs when it was two years and three months old.
The-young couple were in the depths of grief and despair—they even thought seriously of committing suicide.
But people do not do everything they think of doing. Neither Ginzburg nor his wife had the courage to throw themselves into the cold and grizzly arms of death. They only despaired, until, some time after, a newborn child bound them once more to life.
It was a little girl, and they named her Dvoreh, after Ginzburg's dead mother.
The Ginzburgs were both free-thinkers in the full sense of the word, and their naming the child after the dead had no superstitious significance whatever.
It came about quite simply.
"Dobinyu," Ginzburg had asked his wife, "how shall we call our daughter?"
"I don't know," replied the young mother.
"No more do I," said Ginzburg.
"Let us call her Dvorehle," suggested Dobe, automatically, gazing at her pretty baby, and very little concerned about its name.
Had Ginzburg any objection to make? None at all, and the child's name was Dvorehle henceforward. When the first child had lived to be a year old, the parents had made a feast-day, and invited guests to celebrate their first-born's first birthday with them.
