MACCABEAN REMEMBRANCE—Bureau chief Ulla Hadar stands by pyramid shaped memorials
that honor soldiers who fell in the 1948 Independence War as well as the Maccabees who
resisted the rule of Antiochus VI in one of the world's first known battles for religious freedom.

FROM THE GATES OF THE NEGEV


Biking along the route of the Maccabees


By Ulla Hadar


MODI’IN, Israel-- This week as Chanukah festivities approached, four other bikers and I decided to tour the area of the battles of the Maccabees.

Chanukah is also known as the Festival of Lights, commemorating the rededication of the Second Temple in Jerusalem at the time of the Maccabean Revolt of the 2nd century BCE against Antiochus IV.
 
We loaded our bikes on a trailer near my home at Kibbutz Ruhama and then headed towards the forest of Ben Shemen which is situated between Lod and Jerusalem and close to the city of Modi'in.

The bike route we took was circular, starting and finishing at the Moshav Kfar Daniel.

After a short climb from the moshav, we reached a stone memorial marking where three Israeli soldiers fell when their vehicle hit a mine in the 1948 War of Independence.

UPHILL CLIMB—Bike rider Alon Berlinsky climbs up a dirt path to the remains of Hirbet
Regev,from which one may see the cities of Lod, Ramla, Modi'in, Maccabee and Reut.

From here on the riding is in rolling open country and after three kilometers we hit a short but steep climb to the top of a hill on which is located the remains of Hirbet Regev. Within the walled enclosure of this abandoned village some olive trees still stand, affording some shade, and fruit in season. From this point there is an astonishing view over the entire area, on one side the cities of Lod and Ramla and on the other the cities of Modi'in, Maccabee and Reut.

A couple of cows greeted us when we stopped. I tried to take a picture of one of them but the cow did not think it was a good idea and I got a picture of the cow with no head!!!. There was some confusion concerning directions and as a result we missed some of the planned route and instead arrived at the outskirts of Modi'in.


MAP CHECK—Shai Goren checks his trail map while Alon Berlinsky waits in foreground; at
right the excavation of a synagogue at Hirbet El-Omdan which was in use at the time of
the Bar Kochva resistance

Instead reaching the Hirbet Uhm El-Omdan where excavations have unveiled an early settlement from the Hellenistic period (333 BCE) to the Bar Kochva resistance (132-135 AC). At this settlement an ancient synagogue was discovered apparently one of the earliest in Israel.

Riding into the center of the city of Modi'in, the group decided that a coffee break at a café was required for. Yet, none of us really wanted to go inside unless we could find a place from which we could keep our bicycles under observation. We maneuvered them near a window, then found seats and comfortably enjoyed our coffee until one of the security guards approached us and asked to please move the bikes
since the "management do not think it proper having bikes parked in front of the café." Quickly we finished the coffee and left the café.

Our small group thereupon headed through the bustling city of Modi'in, which has grown extensively in the last ten years and today is a very popular place to reside. Personally I prefer not to drive on the road on my bicycle. First of all the drivers in Israel are not considered very careful or considerate and second there is not any space on most of the roads for the bikers.

A couple of kilometers down the road our route turned into the forest again and we could now enjoy the quiet of nature. Some wild cyclamen were noticed here and there, all tangled up with a lot of garbage which is another of the disasters delivered by our "civilization." Such a scene could be described as "the beauty and the beast"!!!

Some kilometers further into the forest a steep hill left all of us breathless and our hearts pounding heavily. At the top of the hill we reached an archeological site containing tombs from the the Maccabeean era, where (at left) I posed with friends Ravve Arif and Yuval Koenigsfeld.
 
On the opposite side of the trail stands a memorial site for the fallen in the Modi'in region. Several 20th century battles were fought to control the area and the surrounding hills. Most of the battles were part of the
"Danny" Operation carried out in July 1948. This operation determined the Jordanian-Israeli border following the War of Independence.

The soldiers who fell in the battles of the Modi'in region and members of the settlements of the region who fell during Israeli military campaigns are commemorated by this monument styled to also remember the Maccabees.

According to the Book of Maccabees I (13, 28) Shimon set up seven pyramids on the graves of his family; for his father Mathithiau the Cohen, for his mother, for his four brothers: Elazar, Yehuda, Johanan, Jonathan all killed in battles, and another gravestone for his own grave.

From here on and back to where we started it was mostly downhill and it was possible to drive very, very fast. There was only one stop on this leg and after forty kilometers and a most enjoyable day in good company and beautiful surroundings all the bikes were placed on the trailer and the group returned to the kibbutz.

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The day the whole town prayed for rain

By Isaac Yetiv, Ph.D.

LA JOLLA, California—Even today I shiver when I recall this story of my childhood.

I was growing up in a Jewish family in the town of Nabeul on the Mediterranean coast of Northeast Tunisia. My father owned and operated a store in the central market area.At the entrance of the store there were two chairs reserved for his best friends, Chief Rabbi Nathan and Sheikh Sliman, the leader of the Arab majority in town.

Rabbi Nathan visited my father every day, and Sheikh Sliman joined them on Fridays in conversations about life, the kinship between Judaism and Islam,and general philosophical exchanges. In those days, under the rule of the French colonial regime, Jews and Arabs lived in peace, in mutual respect and trust.

One of my most vivid memories is when the whole area was afflicted by a terrible drought. Weeks passed without rain. Crops withered in the fields.People became hysterical with fear. Arabs flocked to their mosques and prayed to Allah to send them rain.None came. The drought intensified. The danger of famine loomed large on the horizon.

Then one day, Sheikh Sliman appeared at the store, accompanied by two Arab dignitaries. It was not Friday, and my father sensed the gravity of the situation. "My most venerable Rabbi," said the Sheikh, "the earth is scorched, cattle are dying, people will die by the thousands. We have prayed to Allah, in vain. Now it is your turn to pray to appease God's wrath. In the name of Allah, the compassionate, the merciful, pray to Adonai, do something to save the innocent children from starvation and death !"

The Rabbi was moved by his friend's plea. He glanced furtively at my father as if to secure an undoubted approval, then said to the Sheikh :"Children, you said ! Then only children shall save us, God will listen to his innocent creatures." He immediately dispatched his SHALIAH, the messenger, to the rabbis of three Jewish schools of the city, ordering them to assemble within the hour in the market place with all their pupils. I was one of those children.

Rabbi Nathan led the procession toward the Jewish cemetery. The oher rabbis and their schoolchildren followed, and behind them walked the whole population of the city, Jews and Arabs and a few French Catholics, thousands of people. Half an hour later Rabbi Nathan stopped the march and, with his arms raised to the heavens, he addressed the Almighty. His voice was monumental, awe-inspiring; the silence of the multitudes was deafening. Rabbi Nathan intoned Hebrew verses from the Bible, beseeching God to suspend his sentence forever and reminding him how He had saved Moses and the Israelites from the cruel Pharaoh, and Jonah from the belly of the whale, and other miracles. He repeated each verse seven times and we, the choir of children,repeated after him, and the huge assembly echoed after us. Even the Arabs mumbled a few Hebrew words with the crowd.

And then, Rabbi Nathan shouted at the heavens; "Our father who are in Heaven, why are you killing the people you have created, with the innocent children who have committed no sin? Give us life! Give us water!"

He stood silent for a few seconds, his eyes closed. Then he turned around. His face was red and he was sweating profusely. After a pause, he whispered a word to his aide who ordered the crowd to disperse.
We walked toward home for some time. Then, lo and behold, dark clouds gathered in the sky. The first droplets fell on our heads. When we arrived home, we were soaked from the rain.

The Arabs had always shown great veneration for Rabbi Nathan, but after this miracle, they went crazy. They touched him, they kissed his hands, they knelt before him, they tore pieces of coat which they would treasure as talismans to protect them from future calamities.

The next day, Rabbi Nathan came to see my father. He was very sad about the whole episode. He felt he had battled with the Almighty and had forced His hand, for which he deserved punishment. Calm and resigned, he confided to my father: " Yaacov, my dear friend, I shall not live long. They are worshipping me like God. But He, Blessed-be-his-name, does not tolerate competition on earth. 'Hear,O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is ONE!' Adonai will take my soul soon."

My father protested with tears in his eyes. He was profoundly shaken by this revelation.But he knew the TSADDIK (righteous) Nathan never spoke untruth. Two days later, Rabbi Nathan was dead.
* * * * *
IN May 1995, after 43 years of absence, I returned to Tunisia. I visited the cemetery and Rabbi Nathan's tomb. It was a simple stone with no adornments as he had wished in his life. I said a KADDISH in memory of the prodigious event, then read the inscription: Rabbi Nathan Uzan died on February 7, 1936. I was 7 years old.

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Deck the Walls – with style and song

By Sheila Orysiek

SAN DIEGO—My paternal Grandparents had decided the living room and dining room in their old house in Philadelphia needed a redo: specifically - new wall paper.  However, it became apparent that a new sheet of wall paper placed atop several already extant layers was impossible – the entire edifice would sag or even collapse of its own weight or there would be bumps and lumps.  Grandmother wanted to get a professional wall paper hanger to scrape off the old layers and then paste up the new one but my Grandfather had another idea.

Having his own army of six grown children, their spouses and seventeen grandchildren to call upon, he didn’t see why anyone else was needed.  They arrived at a compromise; the family would scrape off the old and a professional would be hired to paste up the new wall paper. Thus, on a warm summer day we all gathered in the grandparental home, which was one of a row of identical attached homes all made much more inviting by the beautiful huge trees which arched over on both sides of the street.

The family males moved the heavy furniture into other rooms, rugs were rolled up and newspapers spread on the floor.  Everyone except the very youngest (in a cradle) and Grandmother (cooking in the kitchen) was given an expanse of wall and a scraper.  We scraped according to our heights, the young ones along the floor, the tallest up at the ceiling.

Since this task was done under Grandfather’s direction, the hard and tedious work was hard but not tedious. He soon had everyone singing.  “The Volga Boat Song” gave us a rhythm to our work. “There Ain’t Nothing Like a Dame” was sung by the men while the women answered with “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Outa My Hair” (South Pacific was a big hit on Broadway).  There were rousing renditions of “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” And nothing much happened in our family without “Bei Mir Bist Du Shane (I think you are pretty) with our own special edits to the lyrics such as “Du hast groiser tszane (you have big teeth). And finally a popular song of the year, “Open the Door, Richard” which drove my three year old cousin, Richard, into a frenzy of door opening over and over again - until in rachmunis (pity/sympathy), someone ran outside and was standing there so when the kid opened the door he wasn’t disappointed.

Grandfather launched into some foot stomping Klezmer which of course included “Chava Nagila.”  My father contributed “I Pagliachi.”  But Grandfather went back to Klezmer – people scraped faster with Klezmer.  “Yam Bam Beem Bam Beem Bam Beem Bam,” was especially effective.

This brought us to noon: lunch time.  Since all the furniture in the dining room had been moved out, towels were spread and we had a picnic lunch while sitting on the floor.  The only things missing were the flies and ants, otherwise it was every bit as enjoyable – we could even look out and see those wonderful trees.

The scraping was now done but the day was only half over.  In front of us was all that tempting space on the blank walls.  What a shame to waste it!  Someone suggested that since the walls were going to be papered over why not sign our names on the wall?  Well, one thing led to another and soon full fledged pictures were being drawn.   There was (and still is) a lot of real talent in our ranks. Two of the grandchildren grew up to be full time artists.  One has work on permanent exhibit in museums in addition to Emmys for his art work on Carl Sagan’s PBS special “Cosmos.” 

The younger children were given one wall to keep them occupied while the adults bent their efforts to large scale murals.  I remember a huge naval battle with ships of war under full sail, cannons blazing. It was only a couple of years since Israel had been declared a state, and so another wall had Israeli and American flags streaming in a stiff breeze.  The finishing touch was portraits of one another as well as self portraits.

Towards evening Grandfather lined up his grand progeny and marched all of us down the street to the ice cream store on the corner.  Of course, we didn’t march without singing.  A great deal of time and effort was spent as each grandchild tried to decide what flavor to chose; Grandfather was the soul of patience – he knew this was an important decision. There was no singing on the way back however; we were too busy licking up our ice cream cones. 

Several decades later, when my grandparents remained alive only in my memory and the rest of us had scattered around the country, I returned to Philadelphia and stood in front of the house.  Lots of children still played where we had played and the huge trees still arched over everyone and everything.  But, I know that in a particular house on that old street, when succeeding layers of wall paper are scraped off, there we will be: our portraits, our art work, flags, ships, faces, names.  Personally I thought it was a shame to cover it up in the first place.

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Look who's putting on The Thomashefskys

By Cynthia Citron

LOS ANGELES - According to the Los Angeles Almanac, this city has the second largest community of Jews in America. Most of them, It seemed, were at Disney Hall on Thursday night, December 18, to see Michael Tilson Thomas’ moving tribute to his grandparents, Bessie and Boris Thomashefsky, megastars of the Yiddish theater of the early 1900s.

Tilson Thomas' production, The Thomashefskys, was culled from the archives of The Thomashefsky Project, an ongoing research program which has collected not only the records and artifacts of its two stars, but much of the history of the magnificently successful Yiddish theater that flourished in New York to, as Tilson Thomas put it, “amuse, entertain, and educate” its immigrant audiences. Yiddish theater, he said, “was all about the audience.”

Tilson Thomas, who scripted, hosted, conducted the orchestra, told family stories, sang, and, like Fred Astaire, “danced a little," was at least as charming as his grandfather Boris, a notorious womanizer, was purported to be. (Boris reportedly had a balcony box near the stage reserved for romantic trysts during his breaks. His activities were often visible to the audience, who called the box “The Love Nest.”) In fact, a common reproach at the time, delivered to boys who had misbehaved, was, “Look who’s a Thomashefsky!”

Boris and Bessie were born in the Ukraine, in shtetls “near Kiev.” (Note: I have never heard of a shtetl in Russia that wasn’t described as “near” or “just outside of” Kiev, including my own grandmother’s village of Mikhailevka.) In America Boris became a boy soprano at the Henry St. Shul in New York---until his voice changed. Then in 1881, at the age of 15, he presented the first Yiddish theater production in America (Koldunye, a Yiddish Cinderella story). Already considered a theater maven, he decreed that his life would be made up of “music, applause, drama, and women---not necessarily in that order,” Tilson Thomas noted.

Bessie, meanwhile, had left Russia under different circumstances. Her father, a member of a radical group called The Red Banner, had had to flee during a time of political upheaval, and he and his family wound up in Baltimore. In 1888, Bessie, then 15, was working as a tobacco stripper earning 3c an hour. But she was shortly to meet Boris and run off with him to Boston to perform in a play called Shulamis. Before she turned 16 she became his wife.

Ironically, Boris became a star when he substituted at the last minute for a prima donna who didn’t show up for opening night. (It was discovered later that she had been paid off by an “uptown” Jew who found the shenanigans of the Lower East Side newcomers “loud and embarrassing.") Bessie, on the other hand, made her mark playing boys much of the time. But she morphed into an “Amerikaner,” a beautiful “femme fatale,” as she put it, and introduced what became her signature performance, the 1915 hit Khantshe in Amerike.

Another popular favorite was a bar mitzvah play which involved all the boys in the audience marching up and down the aisles---including two boys named George and Ira Gershwin. And when the famous patriarch of the Adler theatrical family decided to introduce King Lear to a Jewish audience, Boris countered with another play by Mr. Shakespeare: Hamlet. Only in this production Hamlet was a Chasidic student and the play was called The Yeshivah Bocher. The audience loved it, Tilson Thomas noted. “In the end they were calling ‘Author! Author!’ and Boris had to explain that the author had been dead for 300 years.”

As they became more celebrated, the Thomashefskys became involved in socio-political causes. Bessie opened The People’s Theater on 2nd Avenue and produced and starred in more than a dozen plays dealing with women’s rights, suffragette causes and unwed motherhood. And Boris wrote plays about victims of anti-Semitism and, in 1933, two prescient plays about Hitler.

In Tilson Thomas’ production the Thomashefskys were portrayed by Judy Blazer and Neal Benari; Tamara Wapinsky and Eugene Brancoveanu played the two stars as young unknowns on their way up. Enhancing the performances were historical photos, playbills, and family portraits projected on an enormous screen behind the orchestra. They were charming and nostalgic (New York more than a century ago, Boris among rows of bar mitzvah boys in their tallises, and a restored film of Boris in a scene from one of his plays). Surprisingly, Boris was not all that good-looking, but he must have had something special to make him the matinee idol he became from the first moment he stepped on stage. Bessie, on the other hand, was truly and elegantly beautiful, even in those days when “cootchy-cootchy” was all the rage.

Unfortunately, enjoyable as this musical/theatrical event was, there was a lot wrong with it. For one thing, there was a huge shadow thrown on the screen by some device hanging from the Disney Hall ceiling that apparently had something to do with the lighting or the sound or the projection. Whatever it was, it obliterated almost the entire right side of the screen, so the pictures were cut right down the middle and the translations of the Yiddish songs were illegible and unknowable.

Further, the sound system itself left a lot to be desired. While the sound from the orchestra was exquisite, the singers, who were miked, were unintelligible, whether they were singing in Yiddish or in English. And Tilson Thomas, no doubt out of affection, left in too many songs, so that the production began to drag as it went on and on for nearly two and a half hours.

Also, it was obvious that the makeup of the audience was assumed to be almost entirely Jewish, which it probably was, but how many people under, say, 60, would understand such phrases as “a vilder tzieg” (a wild/crazy woman), “schvartze” and other such pejorative expressions of the time tossed out without explanation? And for any non-Jews who might have wandered in, they must have thought they’d arrived in Oz without a map. The Thomashefskys is definitely not a cross-cultural experience!

Other than that, Mrs. Goldberg, it was a pleasant evening at the theater. And for three successive performances, Michael Tilson Thomas rocked the house!

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Hadassah
Southwestern Jewish Press, June 23, 1950, page 7

“I knew you were coming, so I baked a cake,” is the new theme song of energetic San Diego women who are jointing the “Galloping Basket” circle organized for the support of the Child Welfare and Vocational Guidance program sponsored by the San Diego Chapter of Hadassah.  Mrs. Morton Thaler, Child Welfare Chairman, stated that Mrs. Harris Rubel has this week launched the project here by baking a 240egg delectable angel food masterpiece and placing it in the Galloping Basket and sending it to Mrs. Max Gardner, the first recipient of such a gift in San Diego, who has made a generous contribution to the agency which supplies over 50,000 school lunches each day for Israel’s children.

Contributions can be made in any amount desired with a minimum amount set at $1.00 which is the usual donation made in other cities. There will be three baskets circulating in San Diego and if anyone is interested in receiving a tasty home-cooked delicacy Mrs. Thaler will be glad to hear from you. The set-up is as follows: Some lady bakes a cake, blintzes, cookies, pie or packs some homemade jellies or jams into the basket, delivers it to another lady who deposits her donation in an envelope addressed to Mrs. Thaler who in turn turns over all such proceeds for the support of this project.

Mrs. David Block has accepted Basket No. 2 which the Chairman started on its way which included a quart of bread and butter pickles and Mrs. Victor Selten has passed Basket No. 3 on to a friend with one of her favorite pies in it.  Mrs. Max Rabinowitz has stated that she will be happy to make blintzes and send them to anyone wgho so likes if they will contact her at Woodcrest 1661.

Mrs. E. Al Slayen, President, has endorsed the plan which has proved highly successful in many other cities.  Both Hadassah members and non-members are contributors and the really exciting thing about the whole object that one ACTUALLY receives full value for their donation while each person is contribution to an important charitable purpose at the same time.

Be sure to place your request for a basket with Mrs. Thaler at T. 1-3275 now so you can share in this worthy campaign.


Home for the Aged
Southwestern Jewish Press, June 23, 1950, page 8

The guests at the San Diego Hebrew Home for the Aged were recently treated to a motion picture, loaned by K.F.M.B. T.V. and operated by Eddie Breitbard.

Dr. and Mrs. Philip C. Cosman contributed an album of Yiddish records to the Home, which the guests are enjoying very much. They wish to extend their thanks to Dr. and Mrs. Cosman.

If you have  anything to offer to lighten the hours of our Old Timers contact Rose Anderson, Executive Sec’y of the Jewish Welfare Society, at 333 Plaza.

Mrs. Anderson will accept and refer for approval applications to the S.D. Hebrew Home for the Aged.

A lovely Birthday Party was tendered to Mrs. Lena Willbach by her relatives.  Her friends at the Home joined in the celebration.


Jr. Pioneer Women Shoshana Club
Southwestern Jewish Press, June 23, 1950, page 8

On July 11 the Shoshana Club of the Pioneer Women’s Organization will hold an installation of officers at Temple Beth Israel, 3rd and Laurel Streets at 8:00 p.m.

 Pearl Zwick, past president will install the following newly elected officers: Evelyn Herman, President; Sylvia Shulkind, 1st Vice Pres; Frieda Ensel, 2nd Vice Pres; Pauline Segel, Treasurer; Pauline Merkin, Recording Sec’y; Ray Lennette, Corresponding sec’y, and Ann Godes, Financial Sec’y.

Following the installation program refreshments will be served and a social held. Leona Shulkind will serve as chairman, with Mimi Karpman and Helen Medak assisting. The public is cordially invited to attend.

Please note that a change has been made in the Square Dance date. It was to be held on June 24th but due to unforeseen circumstances, it will be postponed to July 22nd.


Yo-Ma-Co News
Southwestern Jewish Press, June 23, 1950, page 8

By Lucille Weisel, Publicity

The Yo-Ma-Co Club will hold a barbecue party at Mission Beach on Saturday night, June 17 at 6:30 p.m.

Henry Goldy and Art Friedlander are co-chairmen of the committee on arrangements.  They will be assisted by Joe Kitaen, Al Lande, Al Solomon, Ben Solomon and Ben Weisel.  One hundred people are expected to attend.

Feature of the Yo-Ma-Co’s Wednesday, June 13th meeting was a Kiddie Party.  Members came in costume and vied for prizes with “kiddie”games. Sophie Lande and her entertainment committee was in charge.

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Sunday, December 21, 2008 (Vol. 2, No. 302)

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Many parties compete in Israel but usually the same ones actually win Knesset seats ... by Ira Sharkansky in Jerusalem.

Lakiya Negev Bedouin Weaving combines business methods, ancient craftsmanship... by Ulla Hadar in Lakiya, Israel

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Obama team may seek to solve wrong Israeli-Palestinian problems, and worsen them ... by Shoshana Bryen in Washington D.C.

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Islamic jihadism is not Israel-centric... by Shoshana Bryen in Washington, D.C.

LIFESTYLES
Jewish case against same-sex marriage ... by David Benkof in New York

Jewish Internet Favorites: "Captain Smartypants Sings Dreidel" and "Jews of Harbin, China"

ARTS
Thursdays With The Songs Of Hal Wingard:
#202, Falling In Love
#117, Eileen, I Wish You Knew
#299, Year Of Gold

ADVENTURES IN SAN DIEGO JEWISH HISTORY
June 23, 1950: Alpha Phi Pi News
June 23, 1950: Hillel Winds Up Year’s Activity
June 23, 1950: News of the Fox
June 23, 1950: Lasker Lodge Hi-Lites

COMMUNITY WATCH
Lawrence Family JCC: Where is there to go on December 24th to party with the Jewish Community?

Soille San Diego Hebrew Day School: Kindergarten Aleph Bet Calisthenics at Soille Hebrew Day

Tifereth Israel Synagogue: Special events at Tifereth Israel on December 18

Wednesday, December 17, 2008 (Vol. 2, No. 299) v

INTERNATIONAL
Anti-Semitism infects Australian youth ... by Dvir Abramovich in Melbourne, Australia

The Jews Down Under, a roundup of Jewish news of Australia ... by Garry Fabian in Melbourne, Australia
-Hebrew University honour for former Prime Minister Howard
-The legacy of William Cooper
-Commited to care
-New home for legendary Jewish eatery
-Golf club president chips into the rough
-Call for home grown rabbis
-Hebrew in the bush
-One-man embassy protest
-Rattling the tin for Maccabiah

TRAVEL
Restored synagogue provides glimpse into New York's Lower East Side of 1880s .. by Norman Manson in New York

ADVENTURES IN SAN DIEGO JEWISH HISTORY
June 23, 1950: An Explanation {Editorial on Jews still in Germany}
June 23, 1950: Letters to the Editor
June 23, 1950: You Name it

COMMUNITY WATCH
Jewish Family Service: Open Letter from Ron S. Zollman, President of Jewish Family Service

Soille San Diego Hebrew Day School: Speaking Well at Soille Hebrew Day

Tifereth Israel Synagogue: Chanukah & Challah Happening

Tuesday, December 16, 2008 (Vol. 2, No. 298)

INTERNATIONAL/ NATIONAL
Coping with rockets in the fog of a demiwar ... by Ira Sharkansky in Jerusalem

Those shoes thrown at all Americans ... by Donald H. Harrison in San Diego

ARTS
Holocaust historian challenges 'Angel' tale ... by Dan Bloom in Taipei

A Chanukah medley for your sing-along ... by Cantor Sheldon Merel in San Diego, with songs and lyrics.

ADVENTURES IN SAN DIEGO JEWISH HISTORY
June 23, 1950: ‘City of Hope’ Picnic to Be Held on June 25th
June 23, 1950: Former ‘Journal’ Staff Founds ‘Point’ Weekly
June 23, 1950: Art Exhibit at Cottage of Israel
June 23, 1950: Here’s the Score of the United Jewish Fund Campaign
June 23, 1950: Camp Jaycee Begins With New Theme

COMMUNITY WATCH
Soille San Diego Hebrew Day School: “G” Week in Pre-K at Soille Hebrew Day

Monday, December 15, 2008 (Vol.2, No. 297)

INTERNATIONAL/ NATIONAL
It is the 60th anniversary of El Al too ... by Sheryl Stein in New York

Admiral Abraham Ben Shoshan: Israel, like the U.S., is a 'land of opportunity'... by Gabriel Magun in Orange, California

LIFESTYLES
Are we conditioned to waste money, energy? ... by Marissa Palin in San Diego

Transmitting the Rage – or trying not to ... by Sheila Orysiek in San Diego

ADVENTURES IN SAN DIEGO JEWISH HISTORY
June 9, 1950: San Diego Hillel
June 9, 1950: Labor Zionist Organization; Chaim Weitzmann Branch of San Diego
June 9, 1950: San Diego Birdie Stodel B’nai B’rith No. 92
June 9, 1950: Pioneer Women (Negba Club)

COMMUNITY WATCH {Link to other events}
Balloon Utopia: Balloons are international goodwill ambassadors

Soille San Diego Hebrew Day School: A great story teller at Soille Hebrew Day

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