Biography
Pearl Einhorn Sasportas
Tonight, the 25th day of the hebrew month of Iyar and the 40th day of the Omer, we remember the 23rd year since mom died. Pearl Einhorn Sasportas LIVED for 56 years. Born April 13, 1921 at 31 Morgan Street , New London , CT. She was the youngest child of Sam and Annie Einhorn. She was named after her maternal grandmother, Pearl Rubinovitz.
Pearl, Pert, Pearly, mom was always the baby of the family. She grew up in New London and graduated from all girls Williams Memorial Institute, "The Class of 1938". In her yearbook is written a quote "She fiddles near the running brook, A music sweeter than their own". Also written about mom " We have all heard Pearl play her "fiddle" and know that a person who can play as well as she is bound to be a successful musician". In her class will "Pearl Einhorn leaves Mr. Pierce her fiddle and bow".
In 1949 Pearl Einhorn traded her violin for the music of wife and motherhood. She married Abraham Sasportas and had three boys Arnold, Robert ( me ) and David. As a child I remember mom as always being by my side during my illness in the early 60's. She would take me to Hartford Hospital for checkup and tests and her hand was always there to hold when I needed it. She knew how to love her children and at the same time knew how to punish us if we did something wrong. Who can forget the sound of the closet door opening followed by the sound of the belt!! She was a great cook who knew how to make the greatest tuna fish sandwiches (with relish of course). She used to say "Robert you are going to turn into a tuna fish !". I loved the shells with meat sauce and of course the end piece on Friday night. Mom taught me what is right and what is wrong and she is still my conscience. I remember mom taking out her violin and playing the popular Hungarian dance song. She had a beautiful voice and was a member of the Beth Hillel Synagogue choir for many years. She was a dedicated housewife, mother, sister and aunt. She was secretary of A.A. Sasportas Builders Inc.
Mom had a Jewish soul. She knew how to speak Yiddish the language of her parents and grandparents. I remember mom and Aunt Alice speaking yiddish between themselves.
There is a yiddish song which brought tears to mom's eyes when she heard it - A Yidishche Mamma (A Jewish Mother). It brought back memories of her beloved mother. Years later I hear this song and I remember my own jewish mother.
I've got a question for you, answer it if you can.
What precious this is the blessing of every man?
You can't buy it with money, you get it for free
And heaven forbid you lose it, you will shed many tears
But the tears are in vain for there's no other like it
Everyone who ever losed one knows what I mean
How sad and bitter when she's gone
A Yidishche Mamma - There's nothing better in the world
A Yidishche Mamma - How sad and bitter when she's gone
The house shines so beautifully when she sleeps in it
How suddenly sad and dark it is when mamma passes away
Through fire and water mamma will go for her children
How wrong it is to belittle her worth
Oh, How happy the man who has the gift
The most wonderful gift that G-d can give
Old Mamma, Yidishche Mamma, Mamma of mine
Who sat by your cradles at night?
Who never closed her eyes when you were sick?
Who cooked and baked and cried, and gave herself to you?
In whose eyes are you all so precious and good?
Who would give her last drop of blood for you?
A Yidishche Mamma - There's nothing better in the world
A Yidishche Mamma - How sad and bitter when she's gone
Mom taught me to be kosher inside and outside the house. Mom had a heart of Gold with a G-d given quality of giving. She took Dorothy and Larry into her home and treated them as her own children. I remember mom always volunteering - going out collecting for the most important causes. Even when she was sick herself mom took in grandma Rose and took care of her. Mom was sick and never told us as not to worry us. She fought the illness 13 years until it took her life at such a young age of 56. I thank G-d for the beautiful 23 years I had together with mom. She was a special, simple person who didn't ask for great things. Yet her one small simple wish to see her seven grandchildren was never granted her. She deserved it so much. I miss you mom. My mother died on Friday May 13,1977 after a long illness. May she rest in peace. Your son Robert
Robert’s words express the great love that we all had for our mom. Mom would be very proud of the work that Robert has done to research the family history so that we can capture it here in this site.
If you have your own personal memories of my mother Pearl please share them with us.
Thank you, Arnold, Robert, and David Sasportas. Click here to send your memories to Robert via e-mail.
Click here to view the 1949 wedding picture of Pearl and Abraham Sasportas.
Click here to read Larry Cohen's memories of Pearl.
Click here to read Annie and Sharon Teicher's memories of Pearl.
Visit the Pearl Sasportas Photo Gallery containing some wonderfull images of Pearl.
