Friday, January 19, 2024

Shabbat January 18-19, 2024


After a couple of high energy weeks to start off our trip, this past week was more about catch up; sleep, apartment, work etc. As it happens, it turned into a pretty social week. Last Shabbat was spent with Lori and Alvan Small, after our outing to the new Galei Sanz Hotel and it’s popular Shabbat Food take out store. It was fun not to have to cook, and the company was excellent. On Sunday we went to visit Ariel and Gila and the kids in the late afternoon, and stayed over that evening as Bruce was planning to go to Safra Children’s Hospital where he will be working part time on a few food allergy projects.
Safra is the pediatric hospital that is associated with Sheba Hospital, the largest hospital in the Middle East. The reason we stayed over is that although at best the drive is about 40 minutes, that does not happen often during the day and between traffic snarls and parking hassles, we figured perhaps it would be best to stay about 15 minutes away (where they live in Petach Tikva). As it happened, it was a 30-minute drive in traffic, so we continued to look for alternatives. I went back on Thursday and this day took the train from Netanya to Tel Aviv (35 minutes) and then a bus that took 20 minutes from the train station to the hospital. Pretty low stress and plenty of place to work on the train, so this may be the go-to method of transport. 

Tuesday evening, we met our friends Anne and Jonathan Homa (ex of Montreal and Livingston, NJ.) They are now living in Netanya after almost 10 years in Jerusalem. They are renting in an area called Ir Yamim, The City by the Sea, AKA the Riviera of Israel. We had dinner at a cool Japanese place with sushi, poke bowls and stir fries call MoJo San. It was busy and the food was fun and very good. 

Wednesday night after a day of work and touch ups in the apartment, like hanging pictures and installing bathroom heaters (if you need a handyman, we were given the name of an absolute gem!) we went grocery shopping and decided to stop for dinner on the way. In true Israeli fashion we stopped at a restaurant at a gas station on the highway. Israel is famous for having the best food at these highway stops. Let me introduce you to BP, a Bistro and Diner that was packed (we waited 15 minutes for a table) and had some of the most interesting grill and delicious diner food you’ve ever seen. 

To continue the social scene, Nina Glick is joining us for Shabbat! She is here having led a solidarity mission to Israel from her community in Teaneck, NJ. We look forward to catching up with her this weekend.  On top of that, Sharon and Robert Dalfen came from Ra'aana to see Nina and enjoy the Tayelet/Boardwalk in Netanya. 

I was going to write more about the situation here this week, as it definitely deserves comment. There is a lot of information flying around; some of it is more accurate; some of it appears to be bending the narrative to fit specific points of view. Just to underscore this point, let’s examine what’s going on in neighboring countries. This week has been fairly tumultuous outside of Israel. One of the key funders and trainers of Hamas of course is Iran. Last week, there was a suspicious bombing at the memorial for Suleiman, the Iranian commander who wrought havoc on Western targets for years. While 100+ people were killed, Iran was quick to point fingers at Israel but the randomness and primitive nature of the attack certainly does not fit any Israeli MO. In the past week, Iran has bombed sites in Iraq and Pakistan, with the excuse that they are wiping out Zionist spy enclaves. Neither the Iraqi nor the Pakistani governments has been effusive in congratulating them for ridding them of spies. In fact, it’s the opposite, the attacks were unprovoked and Pakistan has even filed with the UN security council against Iran. This is in addition to the Iran backed Houthi-Yemenite incursions on ship traffic and drones against American targets, and Hezbollah sending showers of rockets into Israel from Lebanon and Syria. Plus, all the imported anti-Semitic hatred that is now being manifested on North American Universities; kudos to our friend Stephanie Steinman’s husband Neil Oberman for taking this head-on at Concordia. Notice I have not mentioned Gaza or Palestinians till now…The take home message is that the Iranian involvement in attacking Israel is not a question of land, territory, borders, or two enemies trying to position themselves. This is a much broader issue of the Iranian wish to exert control over the middle east and to remove all shreds of Western influence. 

We were sad to learn of the passing of our uncle, Paul Weinstein, husband to Sandra and brother in law of my parents Phyllis and Sid (Z”L). I will share a link to an amazing piece by Mike Cohen in the Suburban who knew him very well. I wanted to share some personal reflections. I have known Paul since I was 6 years old, so basically most of my life. He was always so full of life. When we were kids, he would regale us with stories about his time as a camp counsellor and how he and the other staff drove the kids crazy and about crazy pranks he and fellow students pulled off in dental school. At my Bar Mitzvah as I was about to start the Torah reading Paul leaned over and said “First shot on goal, you will be just fine” using the hockey metaphor to calm my nerves. All through university and med school, he always had encouraging words and sage advice. He took amazing, personalized care of our kids’ teeth (ours too of course, for quite a while) and always took a very sincere interest in what everyone was doing, where they were studying, how the grandchildren were, etc. To learn from talking to others and reading the comments to his family that he did not reserve that generous behavior for family, but all his clients, friends, neighbors, and anyone he touched felt he was genuinely interested and cared. That’s a very special legacy and will carry on for many years. When he fell ill this summer, we hoped it would be like previous health scares, that someone so full of life would overcome it. Sadly, it was not to be this time. We send sincere condolences to my Aunt Sandra (Ruffy to all of us), cousins Jon and Elena, Mitch, David and Jen, and their children who Paul cherished and loved. We feel their pain at this time of loss.

For more see this amazing tribute

https://www.thesuburban.com/blogs/cohen_confidential_with_mike_cohen/dr-paul-weinstein-mourning-the-passing-of-everyones-favorite-pediatric-dentist/article_728c05d0-b59e-11ee-bb6d-43dd9d282ee3.html

We wish you all a peaceful Shabbat!

Barbara and Bruce


Refuah Shlema to Aliza Bat Chaya


Happy Birthday to my best friend and the most amazing wife ever, Barbara

Happy Birthday to Linda Lieberman!

Happy Birthday to Roanne (next week)

Happy Birthday to Jacob Mazer (and Mazel tov)!


Friday, January 12, 2024

Shabbat January 12-13, 2024


Particularly in times like these, with the world in a chaotic state, with what is going on between Israel and Hamas, Ukraine and Russia, with crazy climate swings, economic insecurity, electoral interference, polarization of extremist views and bastions of academia apparently in turmoil, it’s important to focus on core values. I think most would agree that there is nothing more central to our well-being than family and so it’s perhaps even more important in these times to focus on special times in our families. 

And so, two weeks ago I wrote about the amazing events in Cleveland celebrating Tali’s Bat Mitzvah, and last week talked about the pre-Bar Mitzvah events and preparation for Shlomo. So, we pick up on Friday evening, as family and friends descended on Nomi and Elan’s home in Efrat. Nomi’s parents Karen and Robert Goldberger were there as well as her sister Dini and family and her two brothers Eli and Daniel who have both recently gotten engaged to be married! We were represented by Barbara and I, Gila, Ariel, Elisha, Ora and Adi, and our niece Jenna from Alberta. And of course, Shoshana, Nadav, Aryeh and Eytan to round out the gang! We of course missed having Daniella, Monty, Tali and Ezra, and my mother and sister who all had planned to come, but with the war and the cutting back of flights to Israel were unable to make it for this simcha. 

We started off Friday night at synagogue, where Shlomo led the congregation on Kabbalat Shabbat, the special Friday night service. After that, the group consisting of family and out of town friends had dinner together in the synagogue, expertly arranged and prepared by Nomi (with a little help from Elan, Shlomo and Shoshana and us). It was great to be all together, and especially to watch all the cousins and the children from other families click together and have a great time. They decided on their own that there would be a special kids table to be able to all sit together! The meal went on till late on Friday night, but of course the main event was to be on Shabbat morning. A Jewish male becomes Bar Mitzvah (literally Son of the Commandments) at age 13; a Jewish Female achieves Bat Mitzvah at age 12 (which says something about the difference between teen boys and girls; I think some boys don’t hit the same maturity as 12 year old girls until their 30’s…). The Bar/Bat Mitzvah designation means two things: the individual is now responsible for taking on and carrying out the mitzvot or 613 “commandments” that make up Jewish practice. In addition, boys can lead services and read the Torah for public readings on Monday, Thursday and Saturday. Last week we highlighted Shlomo reading Torah in School. That is a short reading, only the opening section of the 7 he would read on Shabbat. Shabbat morning, Shlomo read the entire Torah portion of Shemot for which he has been practicing for almost a year. In short, he was great! He read with confidence and was error-free. We were all very proud of his hard work and the main event did not disappoint!

Just a few words about Shlomo. It’s very apropos that he and Tali celebrated in the same time period. Like Tali, he always goes out his way to help people. He has had challenges that he has overcome, and always is positive and never lets health issues get in his way. It was awesome to see his group of friends; watching them at the party on Saturday night was a treat as they really celebrated the event and were tremendously respectful (very unlike most 12- and 13-year old boys!). I had the pleasure of helping to teach Shlomo his Torah portion (mainly on Zoom) and it was a very memorable experience that will be cherished. We wish that the happiness and pride that Shlomo had for his accomplishments this past weekend will always stay with him. 

Where did we leave off? After the services on Saturday, all those in synagogue were treated to a “Kiddush” (best defined as a celebratory snack after the services) which was sponsored by Nomi and Elan. There was fruit, vegetable, herring, ‘kugels’ (if you never had kugel, Google it or email me), snack food and cake, and of course a bit of whiskey to wash it down. This was followed by lunch for the same group who spent Friday night dinner together. Again, the food was prepared by Nomi and Co and was superb. After a brief afternoon rest and the conclusion of Shabbat, friends from all over Israel, family and 40 or 50 of Shlomo’s classmates from junior high got together for a party! Music, dancing, more food, lots of pictures, a speech by Shlomo, and as noted above, a great time was had by all. 
So, what does one do for an encore? Well, we spent the next few days trying to organize things in our apartment. I mentioned last week that we had done some renovations. This was pretty painless, but it seemed like for everything that was brand new and repaired, some of the things that had not been replaced decided to go on strike (or break). I could regale you with semi-amusing stories about Israeli repair people (perhaps only amusing after the fact), but we literally had to fix our washer, our heating/air conditioning unit, one of the new ovens, the cabinet holding the dishwasher….you get the picture. But those are minor inconveniences and things are in really good shape at the moment!

Some other highlights include picking up our friend Gail (from Toronto) in Petach Tikvah and spending time with her, including a very nice dinner in the centre square of Netanya. On Wednesday night, we celebrated Ariel’s birthday with Gila and the kids at a cool new place in Petach Tikvah! And last night, our friends Lori and Alvan Small suggested we go shopping for our Shabbat food at a new take out place (called take away in Israel) in the Galei Sanz Hotel, about 1 KM north of us in the Hassidic community of Sanz. I once wrote about the Galei Sanz hotel, way back when Shoshana was a baby; we had meals there and the place looked like it should be condemned! So, in the end, it was, and in its place is a brand-new beautiful hotel with a restaurant and a store open Thursday and Friday for take-out food. Very impressive selection, and we will be doing pot-luck from this store with Lori and Alvan and perhaps taking a break from our frenetic pace.

We wish everyone a relaxing Shabbat Shalom!
Please be careful of snow and freezing rain!!!

Barbara and Bruce

Happy Birthday to Ariel!
Happy Birthday to Uncle Paul!
Happy Birthday Zev!
Happy Birthday Jeff!
Happy Birthday Sheldon!
Happy Anniversary Roanne and David!

Refuah Shelema to Paltiel Refael ben Esther
Refuah Shelema to Aliza bat Chaya
And may all those held hostage or displaced from their homes be able to return safely. 

Friday, January 5, 2024

Shabbat Parasha Shmot, Pre-Shlomo’s BarMitzvah


Boy, are we tired! Good thing Shabbat is coming up. And, it will be an eventful Shabbat, as we are celebrating Shlomo’s Bar Mitzvah tonight and tomorrow. So, you will need to wait till next week to really get a handle on this special occasion. But first a recap of what is going on. 

Last Shabbat was spent at Gila and Ariel’s home in Petach Tikvah. As you would imagine, any Shabbat spent with family that you don’t see often is very special, and this was no exception. Elisha, Ora and Adi were in great form and kept us thoroughly entertained.  As we were pretty jet lagged, sleep was still a bit of a topsy-turvy proposition, but being able to play with the kids, not to mention chase after them, meant we were not able to doze off during the day! Ariel is a bit of a foodie and developed an awesome crock pot recipe for Asado that you can ask him for. We stayed in Petach Tikvah till Sunday morning, then took off to Efrat, about 1:15 hours away. The purpose of this quick trip was two-fold, to both help with preparations for the coming “simcha” (Happy Celebration) and to be able to attend prayer services Monday morning with Shlomo as was to be reading from the Torah at school. So, we spent part of last Sunday shopping with Nomi for things that we will be using this coming weekend, part practicing with Shlomo for his Bar Mitzvah, and part playing with all the kids after they came home from school. 

Monday AM I joined Elan, Shlomo and Nadav at the boy’s school for services at 8 AM. It was a complete treat. The Monday morning (Shacharit) prayer service is broken up into a Preliminary service and the main section of Shacharit, followed by the reading of the Torah and then the conclusion. Nadav led the preliminary part, and Shlomo took over and continued the main section, as well as the Torah reading. It was amazing to see the poise and confidence of both boys; in particular Shlomo who read the Torah beautifully.  Both conducted their parts of the service like experienced pros! The other children wished Shlomo Mazel Tov and his class feted him after services (and enjoyed the chocolate danish that Elan had brought). In fact, we also contributed goodies; Shlomo and a couple of classmates have celiac disease, so we had bought fancy cupcakes for the occasion from Strawberry Blond bakery in Ottawa, an awesome kosher, gluten- and nut-free bakery. So, these well-travelled cupcakes went from Ottawa to our freezer in Montreal to Paris and then to Israel, where they were put to very good use!!

We returned to Petach Tikva on Monday as Gila and Ariel were both going to be working late; so we picked up Elisha, Ora and Adi and spent some quality time. This included ‘borrowing’ a dinner idea from Daniella; Spaghetti Hot Dogs! First, you create a sculpture of dry pasta buried into a succulent sausage, then you steam or boil it till cooked, and then, you eat your creation! I have learned from Tali and Ezra that this is a combination art project and treat, and (for those into healthy organic food, please close your ears) there was not a hot dog or spaghetti left on the plates, so a good time was had by all. 

We returned to Netanya that night, and spent the next couple of days organizing things in our apartment, trying to determine what fine tuning was needed from the renovations and organizing what would be needed for the weekend (we were in charge of some of the cooking for Friday night dinner and some of the “treats” for Shabbat). We also had dinner on consecutive evenings with Lori and Alvan Small, one night at a great restaurant called Moshe Segev, and one as the first initiation to our new kitchen! The meals were all great, but I give Segev extra points for their deserts!

You may have noted that I have not yet really mentioned the war going on. As it’s constantly in the news, this would appear to be a pretty significant omission. I wrote last week that would try to stay away from commentary on the situation till after the Bar Mitzvah. I do though want to share what we did this past Sunday. Overall, the country is clearly not the usual high-spirited place it usually is. The Hamas attacks on October 7th were a major blow, and the current fighting is clearly taking it’s toll. As we were arriving, we received news that a young man, Efraim Jackman, whose parents, Liat and Sammy Jackman, we knew very well, had been killed in battle in Gaza. On Sunday evening, we visited the shiva, the 7-day tradition where the community visits the home of the mourners to pay their respects. The Jackman’s had lived in Montreal as educators between 2003-2005 and we were their host family. I remember their first Shabbat in Cote St Luc carrying Efraim up 4 flights of stairs to their apartment. Efraim was an accomplished student, musician, poet and was tremendous inspiration to his friends and family. The Jackman’s and Efraim’s friends told story after story of this young man. He loss will be felt deeply by his family and we send sincerest condolences. 

So, now to explain why we are so tired! Yesterday we came back to Efrat for the Bar Mitzvah weekend. It’s been pretty much non-stop preparation since then, with picture-taking, shopping, rehearsing, sewing, cooking, more shopping, bringing things to the synagogue….you get the picture. So, we have just rushed in to prepare ourselves for Shabbat, to spend some amazing family time and celebrate Shlomo, like we celebrated Tali a few short weeks ago. Full recap next week!

Refuah Shelema to Paltiel Rafael ben Esther

Refuash Shelema to Aliza bat Chaya


Mazel Tov to Nomi and Elan, to Shoshana, Nadav, Aryeh and Eytan and most of all to Shlomo!!


And to all a Happy 2024, may it be a year that brings more peace and understanding to the world.

Shabbat Shalom


Barbara and Bruce


Friday, December 29, 2023

Shabbat December 29-30

December 29th Parashat VaYechi


It’s been a while since I posted, which is multifactorial. No trips to Israel, a very busy late summer and fall, and then the events of October 7th and the subsequent war against Hamas. Yes, there has been a lot to write about, and I am sure we have all written our share on what is currently going on in our communities. Whether you are directly involved by having friends and family in Israel, or you are an academic or a student on campus, or are even living in a city like Montreal, Toronto or New York, it’s obvious that we are living in very troubling times. I plan on writing a bit on reflections on what’s going on in Israel, but that is being saved for at least 2-3 posts to focus on important family events. 


 
To start, I am going to reach back a couple of weeks and share the simcha that we were privileged to be part of in Cleveland on Shabbat Chanukkah. We celebrated the Bat Mitzva of our granddaughter Talia Bella, or Tali, as everyone calls her! The Montreal contingent of Barbara, my Mom (AKA Grandma) and I descended on Monty, Daniella, Tali and Ezra in Cleveland on the Thursday prior to the simcha. Friday morning, we were treated to a very fun “Grandparents Day” at Fuchs Mizrachi School, where we joined Ezra for a fun pre-Shabbat Sing-a-long. 

Then, on to the next big event. We were joined by members of the Wagner family, Elan from Israel, the Mazer Family and friends of Monty and Daniella from the cities that Monty had done medical training, including Buffalo and St. Louis!  And what a party it was! First and most important, Tali is an incredible young woman, bright, poised, confident, friendly, and very, very kind and caring. She is also a superb big sister to Ezra (age 7) who is always an important part of Tali’s world. It’s really fun to see how well they relate. Daniella and Monty planned an amazing weekend, with a beautiful Friday night dinner for family and out of town guests at their synagogue; Shabbat morning the synagogues services were led by Monty and his friend Max Gornish, with Ezra singing with Abba (Monty) on the bimah for a key part of the service (that was awesome). The services culminated with Tali presenting a d’var Torah (Torah Lesson) about Channukkah to the entire congregation. She was well prepared and pulled it off flawlessly. The entire congregation was invited to a “kiddush” sponsored by Daniella and Monty but featuring (among many other great foods) Babka from Chezkie’s Bakery on Park Ave in Montreal. If you have not yet had Chezkie’s Babaka, well, you just haven’t lived 😉

After a fun family lunch and the afternoon services (which included a d’var Torah from Elan), many of the gang went to the best kosher restaurant in Cleveland (Mendel’s KC BBQ, which we had been to Thursday night). 

But the piece de resistance was a Sunday night Hanukkah party for Tali and her friends (and of course other family members and friends). There was great music and dancing, fantastic kid-friendly food, and lots of ruach. Tali was everywhere at once, dancing with her friends and really appearing to enjoy the moment. It was a very fitting Bat Mitzvah celebration. 

Fast forward 2 1/2 weeks and we have arrived in Israel! We are at the beginning of a few new adventures. First, we will be celebrating another family milestone, our grandson Shlomo’s Bar Mitzvah, a week from Saturday. Second, we be spending several months here on Sabbatical as Bruce will be working in research with the Pediatric Food Allergy Unit in Sheba Hospital at Tel Hashomer in Tel Aviv. So, lot’s more to share in the coming weeks and months.   

We also have completed some upgrades in our apartment which we planned on our trip last summer. This was actually all carried out while we were in Montreal, following along by video and WhatsApp messages, under the watchful eye of an amazing designer named Linda Dekel. We now have a new kitchen and 3 brand new bathrooms, and the place looks really great. A good start to our several months long sojourn. 

We are now preparing for Shabbat in Petach Tikvah with Gila and Ariel. But of course, we had to have some minor Israeli mishap….we rented a car on Wednesday on arrival, but did not use the car on Thursday. This morning as we packed up the car, guess what? It did not start! So of course, we called Hertz and they pleasantly said that the repair person would come within 3 hours! So helpful…Anyway, happy ending, the service person called me about 30 minutes later that he would be there in 10 minutes. A quick evaluation, and a new battery, and we were on our way. 

So, stay tuned for more updates with commentary and current events interspersed. We’ll keep you posted with our unique perspective!


Refuah Shelema to Paltiel Rafael ben Esther


Refuash Shelema to Aliza bat Chaya


Mazel tov to Haim Fruchter and Family on the recent Bat Mitzvah of Sheelo, daughter of Yacov and Ryla!

Happy Birthday to Uncle Peter!

Happy Birthday to Sheila!

Happy Birthday to Alvan!

Happy Birthday to Debbie!

Happy Birthday to Elaine!

Happy Birthday to Shlomo!

Happy Birthday to Gail!


And to all a Happy 2024, may it be a year that brings more peace and understanding to the world.


Shabbat Shalom!

Barbara and Bruce




Saturday, August 12, 2023

In the Footsteps of our History Part 4

It’s been a bit of a surreal week, to say the least. We spent the remainder of Sunday in the company of Cheryl and David Solomon, Phil and Ruth Farkas and Abigail Hirsch, setting up a tour of the Oskar Shindler Factory Museum, and sampling two of Krakow’s “finest” kosher restaurants, Falafel Shelanu and the Kosher Delight Branch next to the Kupa synagogue. If we had any doubts about the amazing professionalism and logistical prowess of the J-Roots team before (which we did not!) we were humbled by our mishaps in organizing these few simple things. Besides not reserving for the museum in advance, being taken advantage of by cabs (after an Uber and our group could not figure out how to meet up), and not calling the bigger Kosher Delight restaurant to see if they had space (they did not!), everything worked out for the best and we have things to laugh about.  

So, we are back home, working to process what we saw and observed in the week in Poland. Clearly, the amazing comradery and support that our one-of-a-kind group gave to each other has been sorely missed by all, as there are dozens of WhatsApp messages being shared daily. There are so many lessons that we learned from visiting the remnants of the tragedy of the Holocaust, and so many important events and stories that will remain in all of our minds. I could not presume to do justice to all the important lessons, but would like to try and highlight a few points.  

I would venture to start on a positive note. We learned a lot about resilience and hope. Whether it was from Zvi’s stories and testimonies of the survivors that he has brought back to Poland, from the family histories of those members of the group who are children of survivors, the stories told by Willie, Chaya, Ruby, Phil and others about their families harrowing escapes and about rebuilding their lives in North America, and especially from our amazing travel partner, Josef Lewkowicz, we tangibly saw what people could accomplish despite hardships that none of us can fathom. Survivors created new lives, families, businesses, and networks. Even with the constant specter of the camps, the expulsions, and the degradation clouding all their thoughts, as in the poem read to us in Auschwitz, people found the strength to press on. Was that universal? Unfortunately, no. Was it the most audacious thing that one can imagine? Absolutely yes. Just read the poem “The Survivor” by Primo Levi.  This short poem captures the horrors that flow through any normal person’s head after this most traumatic of experiences (see below). 

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/primo_levi/poems/3720 

Yet, they survived, and in many cases, thrived. I have heard Mr. Lewkowicz's testimony before, but will never tire of his energy and the outlook he wants us to have. We can all learn a tremendous amount about resilience, about keeping focused despite all that is creeping into our heads, and about having a bit of chutzpah and being able to bring more good into the world.   

Conversely, the next point is about injustice and cruelty. We are witnesses to the history of some of the most dastardly deeds humans have ever committed against other humans. The testimonies of mass killings and plans for extermination of the Jewish nation included forms of debasement, degradation, and death that are unspeakable. Yet we must speak about them. We must at all costs be willing to talk, expose and protest these horrors. Many people say that with social media, this could not happen again. Monday morning, I met with 4 members of my research team, including a scientist from the Ukraine, a student from Lebanon, and one from Iran. They are all living examples that despite 24-hour news coverage, Facebook, Twitter and YouTube, atrocities continue. People do not only not learn from history, but those who wish to have power, and those who hate, do not feel that the atrocities of the past have any bearing on what they do in the present. I won’t start listing all that is going on in our world today, but we all must keep very conscious of the fact that the tragedies of the Holocaust can be repeated again. God forbid they are repeated to the scale of 6,000,000 Jews and 50+ million others who died as a result of the Nazi’s war on humanity. There is no question that these tragedies continue to occur. When will humanity learn? 

Finally, I want to just underscore Zvi Sperber and Rabbi Poupko’s key messages about maintaining Jewish culture, learning, and pride, in spite of the taunts, threats and ultimately the death sentence that the Nazis brought upon the Jewish Populations of Eastern Europe during the Holocaust. Poland had been one of the key places that Torah study flourished over the centuries. Other Eastern European countries such as Lithuania, Latvia and Russia were also bastions of preserving Jewish learning and culture. Also, Jews contributed to workers’ movements, unionization, the sciences and arts. During the war, we not only fought, but studied Torah in the Warsaw Ghetto and even in concentration camps. People wrote poetry and importantly, people chronicled what was going on in the towns, ghettos, and the camps, including people who were in hiding and those who had escaped. We should not only take tremendous pride in how these people held up their heads and stated clearly that they are Jews and wanted to preserve our Jewish way of life, the two-thousand-year history of the study of Torah and Jewish law, and our wish to be a light unto the nations, we should emulate this. In fact, we need to embody it, with an exclamation point! 
Our group was very special; the participants have been active in the Jewish community and many are very passionate advocates for the community, for Tzedakah projects, and for Jewish learning. As we inch slowly away from the intensity of the trip, let’s retain this passion, and continue our efforts to both continue our personal journey in Jewish education and advocate for others to climb on board.

We look forward to seeing many of you at the Kiddush at BIBA!

Shabbat Shalom

Barbara and Bruce

The Survivor by Primo Levi

Once more he sees his companions' faces

Livid in the first faint light,

Gray with cement dust,

Nebulous in the mist,

Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep.

At night, under the heavy burden

Of their dreams, their jaws move,

Chewing a non-existant turnip.

'Stand back, leave me alone, submerged people,

Go away. I haven't dispossessed anyone,

Haven't usurped anyone's bread.

No one died in my place. No one.

Go back into your mist.

It's not my fault if I live and breathe,

Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.'


Monday, August 7, 2023

In the Footsteps of Our History Part 3

August 3, 2023

Following the amazing spirit and fun of the Siyyum, we bussed to Rzeszow and stayed at the Bristol Hotel for the night. The day started off with close to an hour of stories from Mr. Lewkowicz who told us about his childhood and some of his harrowing war experiences. I will hopefully create a second post based on my notes from his talk. Rzeszow is a medium sized city in Poland with a population of over 175,000. However, like many older cities, some areas have pretty narrow streets. Navigating a bus around these corners with cars parked on both sides is no mean feat, as we found out, with a minor mishap happening as our bus rounded a corner. The fender bender brought a bit of comic relief into a day that had some very intense moments. 

Once we extricated the bus from the twists and turns of Rzeszow, we headed off to Lancut, a small town of under 20,000 people. Like most places, Lancut has grown considerably since the Second World War. There had been a Jewish presence in Lancut since the 16th century, and in the 1700s it was home to a significant number of rabbis who were important in the genesis and growth of the Hassidic movement in Judaism. These included Jacob Issac Horowitz, also known as the Seer (HaHozeh) of Lublin. The community synagogue was destroyed by a fire in the 1720s and was rebuilt starting in 1726 and was finished in 1761, with help from the Polish nobleman who’s family owned much of Lancut, Count Potoki. This synagogue is still standing; though desecrated by the Nazi’s, it was saved by Count Alfred Potoki, descendant of the original benefactor. Prewar Lancut had 1700 Jews which was 45% of the city, but the community was destroyed by the Nazis. The synagogue still stands today. Amazingly, the caretaker, a non-Jewish gentleman named Mirek, has dedicated himself to the synagogue, to the point of teaching himself Hebrew so he can provide a proper historical tour. The synagogue is not large but has a magnificent high ceiling and ornate painting on the walls, and there are likely buried treasures of books and manuscripts hidden away in the archives. We celebrated the past vibrant community by reading the Torah there, and commemorated some of the more famous individuals who came from there. 

We continued in the countryside and arrived in Zolyina in the pouring rain. The dreariness matched the mood of the village. Today the town has a population of about 5000; however, Zolyina is a forgotten place that once had a small but vibrant Jewish community. We visited the Jewish Cemetery which was mostly destroyed, with its tombstones used to pave roads or reinforce walls. There are under a dozen graves that still have markers. There we heard one of the members of our trip, Chaya Lieberman, talk about her grandfather who escaped from there with her father and uncle, and was able to ultimately move to the US. His family stayed together during the war, hiding, and moving from place to place. Chaya recounted a wonderful line; “One stick is easy to break, but four is much stronger”; referring to the 4 children in the family who survived. The idea is clear; there is safety in numbers, and sticking together with family was a powerful key to survival. Of course, this is wonderful advice post war as well!

The rain continued, as did our visits to Jewish communities that were completely wiped out during the war. The township of Tarnow, which had always had a sizable Jewish population, had to absorb several thousand more when the Krakow ghetto was built. Of the 65,000 Jews in Krakow, only 15,000 were allowed into the ghetto (in an area that housed 3,000 before). The remainder fled to places like Tarnow and the village of Zbylitowska Gora. Over 7,000 Jews in Tarnow were rounded up in mid-June 1942 and shot. In Zbylitowska Gora, we marched slowly along the road to an area with 3 fenced in areas and a memorial. This was among the most difficult places we visited, as the fenced in areas were mass graves where over 700 children were summarily executed after they were rounded up, taken from their parents and ordered to lie down into pits that had been dug. It is impossible to fathom the emotion of the parents, the children, and any onlookers who witnessed this barbaric act. There were no dry eyes as we slowly left where these children were buried. 

Keeping with the theme of in the Footsteps of our History, we once again participated in an amazing event that brought life to a long dormant Jewish Community. The city of Bobowa (pronounced Bobov) is the home to a large Hassidic group, which still has many members in North America and Israel. Two families on our trip (Phil and Edie Freedman and Dr Ruby and Adele Freedman) purchased a Torah Scroll that had been rescued from the Holocaust many years ago, refurbished it, and we celebrated the completion of this project by participating in the writing of the last letters into the Torah. This was performed in two stages, the first in the synagogue in the town of Bobowa (AKA Bobov), and the second was in the city of Oswiecim, the Polish word for Auschwitz. We paraded through the streets of Bobov, with Israeli Flags and the Torah and were greeting by interested onlookers who waved and took pictures. The synagogue in Bobov was beautiful and is slowly being refurbished and repainted as a memorial site. It has been decades since such an event was conducted there.  

The day ended quite late, as we arrived in Krakow to prepare for the next day, the visit to Auschwitz

August 4th, 2023

To be honest, I don’t think any place sends shivers down the spine of anyone who knows anything about World War II as the Auschwitz concentration camp. Auschwitz I was a forced labor camp and the area known as Birkenau was also part of the Auschwitz complex. With the slogan over its gates “Arbeit Macht Frei” (Labor makes you free), this was the most well-known and deadly of the death camps. Over 1.1 million Jews perished there, either from the extreme conditions due to forced labor, or in the gas chambers. Many were sentenced to work for a few months and then killed. Auschwitz was specifically chosen as it was situated near multiple rail lines, leading it to be the unloading point for Jews from as far north as Norway, as far East as Greece and from areas of North Africa, such as Tunisia and Algeria. In addition to the Jews killed there, several hundred thousand Roma (also known as gypsies) were imprisoned or killed there, as were Poles, Russians, and other victims of the Nazi horror. However, the number of Jews killed dwarfs them all.

The Auschwitz Museum incudes horrendous displays of looting of items from jewelry and watches, to glasses, dishes, clothes and shoes of all sizes, even hair (from shaving of bodies done to humiliate the Jews). The visit to Birkenau included viewing the cramped barracks, the ruins of the gas chambers and crematoria and learning about the horrendous life of the prisoners as well as the acts of heroism and resistance. Even simple things such as trying to hold a makeshift Passover Seder or welcome the Sabbath were highly risky, yet people tried not to completely lose their humanity. We learned of Dr Gisella Perl, an obstetrician who tried her best to save Jewish women who may have been sent to Auschwitz while pregnant. Dr Perl survived the war, and despite the hardship and unspeakable sights she saw, she went on to having an award winning career in hospitals in New York and Israel. We learned of other acts of heroism among the female prisoners, who had worse conditions than the men, and yet defied the Nazis by lighting Shabbat candles in the barracks and trying to preserve what little shards of hope they had. It is incredible what people will do despite the hardest of hardships, and we can learn many important lessons from these small but heroic acts of defiance. 

As mentioned above, the Freedman family celebrated the completion of the Torah Scroll in the city of Oswiecim. For those who have never witnessed this type of event, it is a major celebration. Consider this: the Nazi’s went into communities, took out the Torah Scrolls and burnt untold numbers of Torahs. For a new one to be competed in Auschwitz is the ultimate justice and emphasizes who ultimately prevailed in the Nazi quest to eliminate all traces of the Jewish people.    

August 6-7, 2023

After this incredible week of heart wrenching sites and the highs of celebrating the restoration of a small amount of life to the destroyed communities of Poland, we were all very glad for Shabbat to finally arrive. No bus travel, a more relaxed schedule, great food and drink…what more could one want. The group came together for enthusiastic prayer services, including praying in two synagogues that date back several hundred years. We took a long walk through the old Jewish Quarter, and visited Lewkowa street, which is named for the family of Josef Lewkowicz, who regaled us with stories about how life was when he was a young man in pre-war Krakow, when 25% of the population was Jewish. At the Corner of Lewkowa street is the Remah Synagogue and cemetery, where Rabbi Moses Isserles, the renowned expert in Jewish Law, wrote the definitive commentary of European (Ashkenazi) Jewish Practice. What was very interesting about the Jewish Quarter is the fact that not only is it preserved, but the shops and restaurants in the area reflect the Jewish character of yesteryear. The restaurants serve gefilte fish and other traditional Eastern European foods (not all of them such delicacies, such as “Gesi Pipiq” or Goose pipik) as well as humus and falafel. The bars play klezmer music, and the shops sell “hamsas” and other artifacts. While much of this is meant for Jewish tourists, the outdoor terraces of restaurants such as Ariel and Klezmer-Hoiz appeared to be filled with people of all nationalities. The street names include Abrahama, Jacoba, Jeruselema, and others, all reflecting the former large Jewish presence. There are at least 4-5 very old synagogues as well as a new Chabad centre and three Kosher restaurants in addition to the many “Kosher-style” ones. 

We also visited Krakow’s city square, a beautiful classic eastern European square and the largest city square in Europe. It was a mixture of old-world architecture and modern stores. The main church and clock tower is known for ringing in every hour with a combination of chimes and a live bugler who plays and then waves to the crowd. Krakow, the seat of the Nazi General administration of Poland, was not bombed, as opposed to Warsaw which was 80% destroyed.

As we neared the end of the trip and the end of Shabbat we engaged in a session where we talked about what this trip meant to people in the group. I will reflect more on that in the next installment. Shabbat ended with the Havdalah prayer which I led with beautiful harmonies by the Hassidic choir that had joined us in Lejansk. They were 5 very talented singers (and their keyboardist) who really added to the spirit of the events and the prayers on Shabbat. They sang and harmonized with us, chatted and laughed with us, and really captured the mood with their music.

Sunday was the official end of the weeklong mission to Poland. To be honest, the denouement could have been a let-down, but in the spirit of this amazing trip, it was anything but. For those who have seen Shindler’s List, the award-winning Steven Spielberg movie, the primary settings of the movie were Oskar Shindler’s Factory and the Plashow forced labor and concentration camp. Mr. Lewkowicz, who grew up in Plashow, was one of 750 Jewish men from the town who were conscripted to build the camp at the age of 13. The site of the Plashow camp was the Jewish cemetery; the entire area was bulldozed, and the conscripted members of the Krakow Jewish community had to remove the headstones and the remains. Just picture what it would be like for someone to be ordered to disinter remains of friends and relatives to build a labor camp. I will append a full accounting of stories from Mr. Lewkowicz; they are frightening and harrowing but also show what resilience, faith, chutzpah, and a bit of good luck can lead to. 

Plashow includes a memorial to a woman named Sarah Schenirer, who in 1917, established the first school for girls that taught traditional Jewish texts and subjects that had previously only been taught to boys. The Beis Yakov (House of Jacob) school system continues to exist today and is found in most major Jewish Communities world-wide. Ms. Schenirer passed away at age 52, before the War, but the profound positive influence she had on women’s education continues to this day. 

We completed our tour in the rain at the Rema Synagogue cemetery. Interesting choice for a finale, no?  Like everything else on this trip, there was a clear purpose set out by the tremendous educators who led the mission, Tzvi Sperber and Rabbi Poupko. Just as Krakow was a major centre for Jewish life in Europe, the cemetery is the resting place of many great individuals, including a list of rabbis who were important contributors to the classical Jewish literature, with their commentaries on Talmud and Jewish law. Our visit represents a continuum, starting from biblical times, to the codification of Jewish law from the 3rd-6th centuries, to the writings of great European and North African rabbis over the millennia, to our using these same texts today. This great confluence of history and preservation of traditions may be one of the most important secrets to the preservation of the Jewish people despite the horrific attempts to uproot us in Second World War. 

More to come soon

Barbara and Bruce


Links to the previous posts

https://mazers-in-jerusalem.blogspot.com/2023/08/in-footsteps-of-our-history-part-1.html

https://mazers-in-jerusalem.blogspot.com/2023/08/in-footsteps-of-our-history-part-2.html

Friday, August 4, 2023

In the Footsteps of our History Part 2

Tuesday August 1st

What does one think of when one thinks of the Warsaw Ghetto? Many people automatically think of the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. However, to get that event, it’s important to understand the conditions in the Ghetto, how people scraped to survive, and how ultimately the Ghetto was destroyed. 

Today if you walk in Warsaw there is an area demarcated with red bricks on the road which indicate the walls of the former Ghetto. The area is approximately 2.8% of the area of the entire city and included the poorer area of Warsaw at that. Non-Jews living there were relocated to Jewish homes, and the entire Jewish population of Warsaw, over 350,000 individuals, were shoehorned into this small locale. This was compounded by the addition of Jews from surrounding towns and villages. At the apex, over 560,000 people were crammed into the ghetto. The average number of people populating these homes was 9 people per room. 
The food situation in the Ghetto was also beyond comprehension. People were given rations of 180 calories per day. That’s not a misprint. The rations were intentionally at starvation level. Survival was based on the ability to smuggle in food. This took all means of black-market trade with soldiers, with Poles living on the outside, primarily via small children who could take advantage of small holes in the Ghetto walls to get in and out. Clearly this was highly perilous; most of the children were under 11 years of age to be able to contort in and out, then steal food or negotiate with people on the outside. Hunger and disease were thus rampant. We saw a mass burial site and memorial in the Warsaw cemetery to the 100,000 or so who died of typhus and other diseases in the ghetto. Unfortunately, the vast majority met an even more difficult end. 

We moved on to the area where the main train platform, the Umschlagplatz, had been. That was where the mass transports to labor and death camps were organized, and this was known as “Resettlement”.  People were herded from the ghetto to the train stations with the promise of going to work for the Reich in some productive labor. Instead, they were loaded onto cattle cars and, during the peak times in summer of 1942, headed off to Treblinka, from where there was no return. More about Treblinka later. 

The resettlement transports and disease decimated the Jewish population of Warsaw. However, there were groups who attempted to show some resistance to the German armies. Housed in an apartment complex at Mila 18, there were several disparate groups who tried to put up a fight. The largest, led by Mordechai Anielewicz, repelled an SS attempt to liquidate the Ghetto in January 1943. Men and women made up this small band of individuals who stood up to the SS. The Germans did not try to capture this part of the Ghetto again until April, and then brought in a larger battalion. Even then, according to the writings of the Commander named Stroop, there was more resistance than they expected. In the end, by lighting buildings on fire, the members of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising were defeated, although several escaped to bear witness to this display of heroism. To this day, this resistance against the Nazis is a highly celebrated part of both Jewish and Polish history of the war. While standing at Mila 18, Rabbi Poupko spoke eloquently about the need to never lose hope, to stand up to adversity and to dream that we have the power to accomplish tremendous things; even in defeat the example of the Ghetto uprising represents resilience and tenacity. 

We ended the tour of the Warsaw ghetto at a large monument describing the fate of the Jews during the war and celebrating the resistance of Anielewicz and his small army. In an incredible irony, the black onyx used for the sculpture had been set aside for Hitler to use for a bust or statue of himself. The tables were turned…..

Our next stop was Tykochin (AKA Tiktin) about 2 hours away. This small town had a vibrant Jewish population of 1640 before the war, a town square with markets where the towns folk came to barter and haggle, and a beautiful riverwalk. The Jewish community in Tiktin started in the 1500’s and with it came generations of merchants and trades people. This all ended in August 1941. The community was rounded up en-mass, marched several miles into the Lopuchowo forest, executed and buried in large pits. 

Try this for contrasting emotions. In this idyllic setting were probably several synagogues, but one beautiful building still stands as if frozen in time. It has not been used as a synagogue for decades, and since the 90’s has been a tourist site. Our group prayed the afternoon (Mincha) prayer there, sang songs and danced, which transfixed several onlookers. We brought life to a dormant synagogue. Then we moved on to the forest, and to the memorial of the mass graves. We could not bring them to life, but we could memorialize and try to carry on with pride the Jewish religion and culture they personified. 

As horrific and inconceivable the mass shootings that destroyed the population of Tykochin and hundreds of other villages in Poland, Ukraine, Latvia, Lithuania and elsewhere in Europe were, this paled in comparison to the terror and clinical efficiency of the death camps. We next traveled to Treblinka, which is hidden in a forest north-east of Warsaw. The camp was dismantled and plowed over to leave little evidence and is currently a large grassy area with memorials to the 17,000 cities, towns and villages; their inhabitants brought there by train and then killed in gas chambers. The camp was closed soon after a large revolt of the prisoners and laborers in August 1943. The survivors have provided testimony into the brutality and dehumanization experienced by the victims of the camp, from its façade train station to the Red Cross infirmary with no physician but a pit into which anyone sick or infirm was hurled after being shot. In total likely 900,000 Jews perished in Treblinka. Many of our group had parents, relatives or close friends with origins from Poland, and we all took a picture of one of the many communities memorialized at Treblinka to say a prayer and remember. 

Wednesday August 2, 2023

We started out our next day by visiting the Warsaw Jewish Cemetery. Before you say that’s a depressing way to start the day (not that the end to the previous day was uplifting) lets share some facts. Established in 1806, it was the burial ground for a thriving Jewish community for over 130 years. Great Rabbis such as Rabbi Chaim Soloveichik, and Rabbi Naftali Tzve Berlin are buried there, as is Zamenhof, the creator of Esperanto, plus thousands of husbands, wives, doctors, lawyers, educators, and people from all walks of life. The monuments are impressive and the cemetery itself covers a huge area. The majority of people buried here had normal lives and were buried as all people should be. It’s amazing what one can learn about how to live life by studying those who were buried in the cemetery.  

We got back onto the bus and our next stop was the city of Lublin, which again had a sizeable Jewish community. Lublin was unique, in that it is famous for the Rabbinical Academy known as Yeshivat Chachmei Lublin (The academy of the scholars of Lublin). Friends who have followed this blog may remember that our children all studied for various times in Yeshivot in Israel, and Elan teaches in Yeshivat Hakotel. These are usually post high school academies of learning based on the Study of Talmud. The Yeshiva in Lublin was opened in 1930, which meant that unfortunately it had a very short life. It was built in a grand style, due to its founder’s concept that Talmudic study is the most elevated pursuit for Jews and should have appropriate accommodation. The Founder was Rabbi Meir Shapiro, a brilliant Talmudist and innovative Educator. Rav Shapiro is well known for his concept of Dav Yomi, the study of one page of the 2711 pages of Talmud (64 volumes) in a cycle of 7.5 years. This began in 1923 and has continued continuously; the Jewish world is currently on the 14th cycle and there are literally hundreds of thousands of Jews who follow the cycle and study daily. When the Nazis captured the Yeshiva, they cleared out the library and there are witnessed testimonies of the burning of books. It’s clear that the attempt to destroy Jewish knowledge was not in the least bit successful. Fascinatingly, the Holocaust monument in Berlin is made up of 2711 bricks arranged in a mosaic. The official web site (and the Wikipedia page) says this number was chosen at random, perhaps because that’s the number that would fit into the allotted space. This might be a very fortuitous accident; however, the parallel with the number of pages in the Talmud cannot possibly be coincidental. 

Literally on the outskirts of Lublin is the Mydanek concentration camp. Picture the hydro lines in Cote St Luc. Then switch the vison to a large camp with smoke constantly billowing from a chimney. People lived right next door to possibly one of the most evil places on earth. Not to be crass, but the stories and testimonies that we heard about life and death in Mydanke came straight out of hell. Again, the purpose of this blog is to provide a record of where we were and what we experienced; the amount of information is overwhelming, and this record allows to go back later to refresh memories. If you want the full experience, you need to go with an experienced guide who is passionately versed in the history and implications, as our guide Tzvi and the Rabbi with whom we are travelling. Mydanek is a post war reconstruction of the camp by the Russians, using a lot of the original materials. Reconstruction or not, the place is eerie and horrific; we walked through disinfection showers and gas chambers. The crematoria have the original ovens. The places where people were selected to go to the right or left, not knowing if they were to survive or not, are still standing as they did 80+ years ago. We were told about the psychological torture and physical humiliation that accompanied people to their deaths. Again, the term dehumanization is the constant theme. We did not walk through the entire camp (which I did in 1996) which contains barracks holding the remnants of the prisoners, including suitcases, shoes, jewelry, even hair.  The vision and emotion from visiting these rooms are etched deeply in my mind despite the years. I can’t fathom how those who survived the camp can shake the hideousness of these visions. In all about 90,000 Jews were killed at Mydanek, as well as many Polish prisoners and Russian POWs. 

So, how do you combat such evil? You could do it with revenge; you could do it with holding hatred in your heart. In contrast, since the war, Jews have survived by rebuilding and rededicating itself to our roots. Just picture this: when Ukraine was attacked by Putin’s army, who were the first to set up on Polish soil to lend a hand by building a field hospital? Israel. Think of the irony; Israel landing on the border of two countries where the Jewish population was decimated to provide assistance to those in need (credit to Rabbi Poupko for this great concept). We also rebuilt with the study of sacred texts, Torah, Talmud and writings by many great Rabbis. Our next stop was Lejansk, which is a small town where one of the early disseminators of the wisdom of the Hassidic movements, Rebbe Elimelech, is buried. The grave of Rebbe Elimelech is housed in an “Ohel” (literally Tent) which is a small mausoleum where hundreds of thousands of people come annually to pray, beseech, and look for spiritual guidance. We had a moving ceremony in the Ohel, accompanied by a troop of Chassidic singers and Mr. Josef Lewkowicz, father of our friend Zigui, a 97-year-old Holocaust survivor who comes from the city of Krakow (which is our destination for Thursday). 

To place an exclamation point on the concept of renewing Jewish Identity post-Holocaust, we ended the evening with a special event.  Lejansk is also the place where our friends, the Liebermans, parents came from. On our trip there are 6 cousins from the same family. Our friend Willie and Linda Lieberman hosted a Siyyum; the completion of a tractate of Talmud; in the city that Willie’s father left in 1939. Willie spoke about the genesis of this trip, the history of his family, their escape from Lejansk, and ultimate migration to Montreal and rebuilding their lives. This culminated in Willie teaching us the final section of the Talmud tractate. A siyyum is usually celebrated with a festive meal, and we certainly did that, with amazing food and drink and the Hassidic choir providing music. Finishing with Talmud study was a very fitting way to demonstrate how we can climb out of the depths after learning of the harrowing treatment of Jews at places like Mydenek. We turn one page of the 2711 pages of Talmud and move on to the next to continue the unbroken chain of study.