My research wasn't going to focus on people, because I have no relatives left in Cuba. The cousins who lived there emigrated soon after Fidel Castro came to power in 1959 (almost all of them) or some years later. Instead, I wanted to try to visit locations associated with family members, as no one has any photographs of any of those places.
|1956 Patronato photograph|
Looking for the other address proved to be one of the more exciting things I did while in Havana. Through my hotel's tourist information desk, I worked out an arrangement with Elaine, a hotel employee who happened to live in the same suburb (Guanabacoa) where the address is, to go with me and help me look for the building. I learned that maps are not commonly used in Cuba; most people get around by asking others for directions. So having someone who knew that area was going to be a big advantage.
And off we headed to Guanabacoa, to the east and a little south of my hotel. On the way out of Havana we passed through an ominous-looking government checkpoint but didn't have to stop. (I went through another of these checkpoints when my tour group took a day trip west of Havana. I'm willing to bet there's one in the south direction to match.) While the car belched gas and oil fumes (maybe this one had an old engine after all?), the driver tried to avoid as many potholes as possible, but there were just too many, and he still hit quite a few.
Elaine asked the neighbors and some women walking out of the building if they recognized my cousins' family name, which no one did. But one woman from the apartment building invited us to come upstairs and look around. She let us visit her apartment and allowed me to take photographs of the rooms. I checked the door frames of all ten apartments (five on each floor), and none had even a vestige of a mezuzah having been hung there, but it has been more than 60 years. The woman was pretty sure the building had been there in the 1950's, so I think it's the right place, but I'll be checking with my cousin about this one also.
Another cousin, this one on my non-Jewish side, used to live in Cuba, but just to be different moved there after Castro. Her then-husband decided he was a Communist, and they moved so he could participate fully as a party member. Apparently things didn't turn quite out as he had expected, because they moved back to the U.S. within a couple of years. I wanted to try to find the house where they had lived, which my cousin remembered was in Mariel la Boca and near a women's prison, but she couldn't find the address anywhere. The closest I came was seeing a sign for the town from the highway.
|entrance to Necrópolis de Colón|
My last foray into family history in Cuba actually had nothing to do with my own family. On my final morning in Havana I walked to the Necrópolis de Colón (Columbus
Cemetery), a huge Catholic cemetery more than 50 city blocks in size. I had seen the entrance earlier during the week and knew I had to visit it before I left. Beautiful monuments and mausolea are everywhere. Although the tombstone style looks like they're above-ground burials, as in New Orleans, I was told they're actually below ground. The large memorial tombstones are simply an ostentatious way of showing respect for the dead, apparently from a Spanish custom. (I was also told that after a few years the bones are moved from the graves to an ossuary, because families are large and there is always someone else to bury in the family plot.) The most interesting mausoleum was as big as a house. It's for people who came from the same town, rather than being for one family.
|Mausoleum for "Naturales de Ortigueira"|
Chinese cemetery, whose entrance I saw the same day earlier in the week. I ran out of time to visit it on Saturday morning because it appears to be on the far side of Colón and I had already walked a few miles, but I did manage to take a photo while the tour bus was waiting at a red light. I didn't find the Jewish cemetery on this trip; I guess I'll have to come back!
While I was strolling through Colón, I wondered if a complete list of all the interments and/or the tombstones exists. Somehow I doubt it. Wouldn't that be an interesting project for FindAGrave?
My Cuban Adventure, Part 2, is "Seeing the Sights."
My Cuban Adventure, Part 3, is "General Impressions and Observations."
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