Dakota Diaspora: Memoirs of a Jewish Homesteader
Dakota Diaspora: Memoirs of a Jewish Homesteader
Synopsis
Dakota Diaspora adds a little-known chapter to the saga of the settlement of America. In a series of vignettes Sophie Tmpin recalls her childhood in "Nordokota," where her father built a sod house and farmed a quarter-section of rocky land before opening a butcher shop in the town of Wing. Against that background plays out the perennial conflict between her father; who had escaped the violent anti-Semitism of his native Russia and found here a man's freedom and dignity, and her mother; who felt "trapped, betrayed and helpless in this desolate land," far from her roots in the Old Country. But out of the struggle to bring in the harvest, survive the blizzards, and maintain a kosher home, a warm family life developed, as well as a sense of community with Jewish neighbors on scattered homesteads.
Excerpt
When I think about the Jewish settlers in North Dakota at the turn of the century, I often despair of ever being able to put down on paper the chronicle of that small band of adventurers. the word adventurers seems so incongruous to describe these earnest, simple people, and yet how else can I speak of them?
To most immigrants, that is, Jewish immigrants, New York was America; some would dare venture as far as Chicago. They continued the trades they brought with them; they labored in sweatshops, peddled, or worked themselves up to the luxurious affluence of sweating it out seven days weekly in their own little candy or grocery stores. It was better than the Old Country, but not too different. They heard the same language, smelled the same musty odors in their synagogues. the rest of America was there, somewhere, but they knew and cared little about it.
But the Jewish immigrants who settled in the wilderness of North Dakota were different; they were a special breed. Each was a Moses in his own right, leading his people out of the land of bondage--out of czarist Russia, out of anti-Semitic Poland, out of Roumania and Galicia. Each was leading his family to a promised land; only this was no land flowing with milk and honey--no land of olive trees and vineyards.