And it came to pass ... 

The reuniting of two Margulis families - one who grew up in Siberia and the other Margulis who grew up on the north side of Minneapolis and how one found the other nearly sixty years later ...

Four giant 747s all landed within minutes of each other on April 19, 2001 at the Los Angeles International Airlines Terminal. Out of the 1500 plus passengers that departed from the planes, one of the passengers was greeted by five local television station cameras and reporters along with about a dozen International and Los Angeles Red Cross workers ... and me ... Ted Margulis!

The small stature man, and his wife were immediately recognized as the two pictured above -- Semion (Simon and Lana (Svetlana) Margoulis. They were arriving, after a long flight from Melbourne, Australia. They had left Melbourne at 11:00 am on Friday, April 19th, 2001 and arrived in Los Angeles on Friday, April 19th at exactly the same time! They had crossed the International Date Line ... and they had crossed through 30 plus years of family researching.

My father, Samuel Margulis was born in Talnoye, Ukraine and married at a rather young age to Yadassah Rosen also of Talnoye. They had three children -- two boys and one girl. Shortly after the birth of their third child in 1912, Sam left Talnoye to make a new home for his family in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where his younger brother had already established a home several years before. Sam said goodbye to his father, mother, sisters and his wife and children and promised to bring them 'over to the "Goldenah land" as soon as he could make enough money to pay for the ship's passage.

Off he went, along with a few of his boyhood friends, who also felt they could do better for themselves and their families in 'Amerika'! Sam went to work immediately, first as a railroad hand and later as an upholster. Then WW I came along and there was no way he could bring his family over, so he patiently waited it out and ended up being drafted into the Army just before the Armistices.

When he was able to again communicate with his family in Ukraine, he learned that his wife Yadassah had passed away and that his three children had been sent to live with relatives. He was able to obtain permission to bring his daughter Manya (Marion) to the U.S., but the two boys could not be brought over as they were diagnosed with Trachoma - a common eye disease at that time.

Manya came to the U.S. at the age of fourteen and lived with my father, who had, in the meantime, met and married my mother Bessie. Bessie knew of the previous marriage and was instrumental in helping Marion become adjusted to life in the U.S. My mother was born in Superior, Wisconsin and had gone to college in Duluth Minnesota - a rarity in those days for a woman, let alone a Jewess.

Since the two boys could not be brought to the U.S. in the foreseeable future, nothing more was discussed although their names and circumstances were brought to my family's attention at various times ... but my siblings and I just barely knew that there were some relatives still living in Ukraine - and that was it! No more -- no less.

spelled his name MARGULIS but later changed it to MARGOLIS. My father, on the other hand, originally spelled it MARGOLIS and later changed it to MARGULIS.

At the Soloski reunion, I learned about, and met, over 100 of my mother's relatives and saw a family tree that one of the newly found cousins had created. I was hooked on genealogy! Plain and simple. Now I wanted to know more ... and of course ... about my father's family, as well.

After spending several years learning about the Soloski extended family, I turned my attention to the Margulis/Margolis family history. I turned up the fact that I had two half-brothers supposedly still living in Ukraine. My dad had died before my interest in genealogy began, and my mother didn't know much more than I did. My uncle and aunt too had passed away too and my Margolis cousins knew very little, as well.

I had my half-brother's names ... and that they probably had been born in Talnoye, which is located in Southeastern part of the country. Here then is where the internet came into play and here is where I met my Ukrainian friend, Sasha Litveniko of Kharkov, Ukraine. Sasha and I started to e-mail each other about our different life styles and our wants and thoughts. I learned that he was planning a visit to the US and so I invited him to visit my wife and I in Los Angeles.

Sasha was a retired English Professor. He had been associated with the University of Kharkov and so I felt that this was not a peasant type, but rather a very intelligent man. My instincts proved to be true although my wife almost had a heart attack when I first told her about extending an invitation to a man from Kharkov to visit our home -- and that I had never met him before.

We met Sasha at the airport and we spent three or four days with him showing the sites of 'Hollywood'. He was impressed and we truly enjoyed his company and became friends.

I told him about my desire to learn about my two half brothers and he promised he would help me find them when he returned to Ukraine. And he was a man of his word.

Sasha ran ads in various Ukrainian newspapers and interviewed many people who thought they might be related to my father's family. Out of the sixty or so replies, one lady seemed the most promising and he sent his nephew, Valentine, to interview her. Her name was Bronislava Margulis and she lived in Berdichev. Berdichev is just north and a bit west of Kiev and about a three to four hour rail trip for Valentine, but he went there at the request of Sasha.

Upon arriving in Berdichev, Valentine went straight to Bronislava's apartment and knocked on her door. Now you must understand that the Russian people, in particular the Jews of Russia, after 70 years of being under communist rule, are very suspicious of any stranger. Valentine, though a charming young man who I met later in Kharkov, tried to be his charming self, Bronislava didn't like the idea of his being there and told him to leave in no uncertain terms. She went so far as to tell him that if he didn't go away, she would call the police. 

Valentine is also a stubborn young man and wouldn't leave her door until she spoke with him about possible American relatives of her husband inquiring about Moshe Margulis. Through the door Valentine learned that he had passed away just four years before and she really feared having this young man at her door, so she did call the police who promptly hauled Valentine to the city jail where he stayed overnight. The next morning the police Chief interviewed Valentine, learned about why he had tried to get the attention of Bronislava, but though he stated he was sympathetic to the situation, he thought that Valentine must leave her alone. The Chief offered him a ride to the train station, but Valentine asked, instead, if he could get a ride back to Bronislava's apartment house.

The police Chief recognized Valentine's 'chutzpah' and complied. There, Valentine again got Bronislava's attention and this time she listened and all of a sudden. when she learned that an American relative of her husband (they had never been married as it turns out) wanted to help them, she became 'all ears'.

Shirley and I traveled to Berdichev (which is another story in itself) and met Bronislava, but she claimed she had no idea where my half-brother's sons from his first marriage were now living. She had no contact with them, since my half-brother Moshe had left their mother for her, many years ago, when they (the two sons) were young boys.

So I turned to the International Red Cross and filled out the forms to the best of my knowledge. It took six years to make the date of April 19th, 2001 happen, but there was Semion stepping out of customs and into the arms of his American uncle and five news reporter's ... all asking questions about our reunion

How do you describe the feeling of finding a person ... your nephew ... from over 200 million people? 

One person from the masses! Only because of the perseverance of some wonderful people at the International Red Cross did they find Simon now living in Melbourne, Australia for the past eight years. His brother Yuri had passed away in Israel a few years before, and sadly, Bronislava has also passed away this past year.

Simon did not know that he had an uncle Ted until the Australian Red Cross told him about my inquiry. He did know about his aunt Manya and knew she lived somewhere in the US, but that was all. And he did not know how to even start the process of finding his 'lost' relatives. Fortunately, I did and with a big hug, some tears and a few loving words we both uttered to each other, we hugged each other tightly, thankful to be once again reunited as a family. The American and the Ukrainian Jews now one again a family!

Former Soviet Army Major Semion Margoulis (that's how they spell the name in Ukraine) retired about 10 years ago and waited several years before applying to leave Ukraine. He became a citizen of Australia two years later and was living a nice life with his wife and son and a sister-in-law and her family until we met. Now he (as I) have found each other, as has my children and my wife. Not only is Simon and Lana now part of our family, but he has turned out to be a wonderfully delightfully, knowledgeable and charming person ... one that I can easily call a 'mensch' and a friend.

He told me that Frank Sinatra was his singing idol and believe it or not, while we had our first lunch together at a deli in Beverly Hills that Friday, who should be sitting in the booth next to us, but Frank Sinatra, Jr. Simon was besides himself.

Once we found each other that Friday morning, we spent the next ten days driving around Los Angeles, Palm Desert and San Diego to the delight of both of our wives ... and for the benefit of learning about each other's past lives.

 Mine is a fairly common entrepreneurial life style that most Americans enjoy, but imagine his where he lived with 16 others in one room in Siberia. Where the toilet was an outhouse 300 meters from his one room home. Imagine not having the pleasure and the warm feeling of being Jewish if you wanted to be Jewish and imagine having the word Jew meant as a derogatory term on your passport. You can't imagine it, I'm sure, as I can't. All I can do is listen and thank God that we were now able to meet each other and all of that is in his past. And as we left each other, ten days later, we both said "next year in Australia!' Alivah!

Warm Regards,

Ted Margulis 

Palm Desert, CA
http://jewishwebindex.com

Postscript:  My Kharkov friend, Sasha passed away in 2004. 

Help is available for your research at my Genealogy Page. There is never a charge to use it. Please feel free to circulate this story to other genealogy enthusiasts.