A diary that has survived for nearly a century leaves a grandfather’s legacy of Pesachs past – through times of peace, a world war, and brutal prison camps.
Reb Nosson Binyamin Eckstein was not a famous rabbi or author. Like the millions of good Jews whose lives were erased with the first and second world wars Reb Nosson’s life too would have been relegated to the fuzzy cobwebs of memory had he not committed it to paper. Reb Nosson born in Hungary in 1889 was a Torah scholar conscripted into the army at the beginning of World War I. He was captured by the Russians on the first night of Pesach in 1914 spending the next four years in captivity. The diary he kept throughout the war and beyond which has become an invaluable source of inspiration to his many grandchildren and great-grandchildren focuses on six Seder nights some in freedom some in captivity.
“I am writing about the six Seder nights” writes Reb Nosson “for you to see that for one who believes in Hashem with all his heart Hashem will not forsake him in any circumstance.”
Reb Nosson opens his riveting account with a description of Pesach before Europe was torn apart by war.
My father was a poor man. At first he served as a rav in various small towns until eventually he started his own shul but even then he barely eked out a living. Our living quarters consisted of one room and a kitchen. And if my father was learning we children had to go quietly to the kitchen and stay there quietly so as not to disturb him. Bochurim were always learning with him in the room.
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