This is a photo of my family in 1961.
My father, Shvartsman Moses, after medical school was sent to fight typhus in the Dubossary region (the villages of Teya, Tokmazeya, Koshnitsa, Grigoriopol). This was around 1935-37. There he met my mother, who worked as a teacher in Grigoriopol. They got married in 1937.
In 1939 they moved to Tiraspol, where my father worked in Gorzdrav. When the war began, my father was given the task of sending medical equipment to the rear. He took my mother and me with him.
Leaving us in Bashkiria, he went to the front. During the war, he performed operations on the wounded under the guidance of a professor (dad was a paramedic). He taught him a lot, so in the future he understood diagnostics on a par with doctors. He met the victory in Koenigsberg. From there he was sent to the war with Japan.
Returning to Tiraspol after demobilization, he worked in an orphanage for homeless children who were left orphans. They were then sent to an orphanage. From 1949 until the end of his life, he worked as a paramedic at an ambulance station. At that time, many Tiraspol residents knew him and remembered him with gratitude.