Super-Centenarian Mrs. Goldie Steinberg Turns 113

Mrs. Goldie Steinberg’s father, Chazkel Garfunkel
Mrs. Goldie Steinberg’s father, Chazkel Garfunkel

Mrs. Goldie Steinberg was five years old when the second of the infamous Kishinev pogroms took place in 1905. She doesn’t remember the actual pogrom — which soon became an international symbol of Jewish suffering in the Russian Empire — but she does remember her family discussing it.

“They killed many Jews during  the pogrom,” Mrs. Steinberg explains in Yiddish. “We were saved by a  Russian neighbor who made sure nothing would happen to us. He told them that we weren’t Jewish.”

Mrs. Goldie Steinberg was born on October 30, 1900, in Kishinev, then the capital of the Bessarabia region of the Russian Empire, and now the capital of Moldova. In 2004, at the age of 104, she moved to Grandell Rehabilitation and Nursing Center in Long Beach, New York, where she currently lives. Mrs. Steinberg’s age has been verified by the Gerontology Research Group and she is listed today as the 14th oldest person in the world. When I entered her room, she had just gotten her hair done by the beautician who comes to Grandell once a week, and was reading the New York Post.

Mrs. Steinberg’s great-grandson at his bar mitzvah.
Mrs. Steinberg’s great-grandson at his bar mitzvah.

Mrs. Steinberg was one of eight children born to Chazkel and Devorah Garfunkel. Mrs. Steinberg’s son, Don Sargent, says that his grandmother Devorah passed away when Mrs. Steinberg was young, but that she always had fond memories of her father, Chazkel. “Her father was a pillar of the community,” says Don.

“My father dealt with customers, and he always had a name for honesty; he was known as an honest man,” says Mrs. Steinberg. She recalls the time that one Jewish man loaned 1,500 rubles to another in Kishinev. When he realized that the guarantor for his loan was Mrs. Steinberg’s father, Chazkel, he said, “[Chazkel] doesn’t need to sign; I trust him.”

Mrs. Steinberg and her siblings attended a school where the subjects were all taught in what Mrs. Steinberg calls “Jargon” — Yiddish. Don Sargent adds that his mother can read Hebrew well, and “can daven with the best of them.”

Life was grim for Jews in Russia before World War I, but the war exacerbated their already trying circumstances. In 1917 the Russian Revolution began, and Kishinev became a part of the Kingdom of Romania. With borders and governments changing so rapidly, an uncertain future faced the Jews of Kishinev. Chazkel Garfunkel’s brother Max lived in New York (“He’s not alive anymore,” Mrs. Steinberg adds), and in 1923 she and two of her sisters, Raizel (Rose) and Sura (Sarah) arrived in America, never to return to Europe.

The sign posted about Mrs. Steinberg’s birthday party, to take place today.
The sign posted about Mrs. Steinberg’s birthday party, to take place today.

“My uncle wanted my father to come to America, but my father didn’t want. He said that in Kishinev he can make a living.”

Although she was born in the Russian Empire and was 23 when she left, Mrs. Steinberg no longer remembers how to speak Russian. “I came here in 1923, so I don’t remember any Russian anymore, but Yiddish I know. When I came to high school here, I didn’t know how to sign my name.”

Although she didn’t know English, Mrs. Steinberg knew math quite well from her education in Russia. “My father was good at math; our whole family was good at math. My son is an engineer, and two of my grandsons are CPAs,” she says, with a look of pride on her face.

In America, Mrs. Steinberg and her sister lived with their uncle and aunt in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, and she found work as a seamstress. She married fellow immigrant from Kishinev Philip Steinberg in 1932, after meeting him at a social organization for immigrants from Romania.

They had two children: a son, Mr. Don Sargent, and a daughter, Mrs. Ann Teicher. Mr. Philip Steinberg, who worked as a jeweler, passed away in 1967. Mrs. Steinberg continued working as a seamstress from home, helping to support her family, until she was 80 years old.

“She was very talented at it, sewing children’s clothing, and drapes for an interior designer,” says her son Don. Crocheting is still one of Mrs. Steinberg’s favorite activities.

Don explains that in their six-story apartment building in Bensonhurst, where his mother lived for 72 years, she was always regarded as the matriarch of the building. Each year around the time of her birthday, Don and his sister Ann are contacted by former neighbors who share with them some of their fond memories of their mother, and extend their best wishes.

“A man called me up and told me that he saw the news about my mother’s birthday,” says Don. “He told me that he was a young boy and it was very cold and he didn’t have any gloves. When my mother realized that he didn’t have gloves, she took him to the store and bought him a pair.”

At Grandell, which is a strictly kosher facility certified by the Vaad Harabbanim of Queens and has a mashgiach temidi, Mrs. Steinberg’s kindness is well-known amongst the residents. Staff members warmly tell the story of how one night, not too long ago, Mrs. Steinberg’s roommate started coughing at around 2 a.m. As she coughed, the woman saw Mrs. Steinberg turn the light on by her bed, grab her walker, and come around to where her neighbor was lying.

“Here,” said the super-centenarian, as she offered her roommate a lozenge. “Take this. It will make your throat feel better.”

Working in America, Mrs. Steinberg saved up money and sent it to her youngest brother, Binyamin, still in Europe, who used it to procure a hard-to-get ticket to Palestine, thereby avoiding the Second World War. After the war, Mrs. Steinberg learned that her second-eldest brother, Mordechai, had survived the Holocaust and had made his way to what was by then known as Israel. Around that time, after not having seen each other in decades, Mrs. Steinberg traveled to Israel to reunite with the brothers she had thought she would never see again.

When Mrs. Steinberg is asked whether she would ever want to go back to visit Kishinev, she laughs. “What did I lose in Russia?”

In past interviews, Mrs. Steinberg has said that the secret to long life is good children and hard work. She is proud of her two children, four grandchildren, and seven great-grandchildren, pointing to their pictures on her wall and naming them. “That’s the best wish anyone can have,” she says, “to have nachas from the children.”

But the most important lesson, she says, at the conclusion of our interview, is to be a kind and honest person, like her father was.

“A person doesn’t take anything up with them,” she says. “All that is left is their good name.

“My father was a good man, a warm man. He went to shul, and he would give tzedakah. The rich men in shul would ask him how much he was giving to tzedakah, because they were richer than he was so they had to give at least as much as he gave. Everyone knew that Chazkel was a good, Yiddishe mentch.

“I live that way, too. I never had an issue with anybody. You should always try to say only nice things to people.”

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