April 5, 2001
Shabbat Shalom x 2 and Chag Samaech!
We are off to the wilderness to celebrate Pesach! (actually it's a condo at Tahoe)
Lani and Erin, Dan, Jill and Sydney are joining
us for our sing-a-long seder, some skiing and snowboarding!
Have a wonderful Pesach!
Love,
Eemah
The following is from Stuart and Suzanna's dad and a former teacher at Beth Israel, not to mention the premier photographer of bar\bat mitzvahs....Sidney Foreman!
>
> Jewish Food Explained in time for the Holidays
>
>
> Latkes---A pancake-like structure not to be confused
> with anything the House
>
> of
>
> Pancakes would put out. In a latka, the oil is in
> the pancake. It is made
>
> with potatoes, onions, eggs and matzo meal. Latkas
> can be eaten with
>
> apple sauce but NEVER with maple syrup. There is a
> rumor that in the time of
>
> the Maccabees they lit a latka by mistake and it
> burned for eight days. What
>
> is certain is you will have heartburn for the same
> amount of time.
>
>
>
> Matzoh---The Egyptians' revenge for leaving slavery.
> It consists of a simple
>
> mix of
>
> flour and water - no eggs or flavor at all. When
> made well, it could
> actually
>
> taste like cardboard. Its redeeming value is that it
> does fill you up and
>
> stays with you for a long time. However, it is
> recommended that you eat a
> few
>
> prunes soon after.
>
>
>
> Kasha Varnishkes---One of the little-known
> delicacies which is even more
> difficult to
>
> pronounce than to cook. It has nothing to do with
> Varnish, but is basically
> a
>
> mixture of buckwheat and bow-tie macaroni (noodles).
> Why a bow-tie? Many
>
> sages discussed this and agreed that some Jewish
> mother decided that "You
>
> can't come to the table without a tie" or, G-d
> forbid "An elbow on my
>
> table?"
>
>
>
> Blintzes---Not to be confused with the German war
> machine. Can you imagine
>
> the N.J. Post 1939 headlines: "Germans drop tons of
> cheese and blueberry
> blintzes
>
> over Poland - shortage of sour cream expected."
> Basically this is the Jewish
>
> answer to crepe suzette.
>
>
> Kishka---You know from Haggis? Well, this ain't it.
> In the old days they
>
> would take an intestine and stuff it. Today we use
> parchment paper or
>
> plastic. And what do you stuff it with? Carrots,
> celery, onions, flour, and
>
> spices. But the trick is not to cook it alone but to
> add it to the cholent
>
> (see below) and let it cook for 24 hours until there
> is no chance whatsoever
>
> that there is any nutritional value left.
>
>
> Kreplach---It sounds worse than it tastes. There is
> a Rabbinical debate on
>
> its origins: One Rabbi claims it began when a
> fortune cookie fell into his
>
> chicken soup. The other claims it started in an
> Italian restaurant. Either
>
> way it can be soft, hard, or soggy and the amount of
> meat inside depends on
>
> whether it is your mother or your mother-in-law who
> cooked it.
>
>
> Cholent---This combination of noxious gases had been
> the secret weapon of
>
> Jews for centuries. The unique combination of beans,
> barley, potatoes, and
>
> bones or meat is meant to stick to your ribs and
> anything else it comes into
>
> contact with. At a fancy Mexican restaurant (kosher
> of course). I once heard
>
> this comment from a youngster who had just had his
> first taste of Mexican
>
> fried beans: "What! Do they serve leftover cholent
> here too?!" My wife once
>
> tried something unusual for guests: She made cholent
> burgers for Sunday
> night
>
> supper. The guests never came back.
>
>
> Bagels---How can we finish without the
> quintessential Jewish Food, the
> bagel?
>
> Like most foods, there are legends surrounding the
> bagel although I don't
>
> know any. There have been persistent rumors that the
> inventors of the bagel
>
> were the Norwegians who couldn't get anyone to buy
> smoked lox. Think about
>
> it: Can you picture yourself eating lox on white
> bread? Rye? A cracker??
>
> Naaa. They looked for something hard and almost
> indigestible which could
> take
>
> the spread of cream cheese and which doesn't take up
> too much room on the
>
> plate. And why the hole? The truth is that many
> philosophers believe the
> hole
>
> is the essence and the dough is only there for
> emphasis.
April 20, 2001
Shabbat Shalom!
Today is Yom Hashoah.....Uncle Mickey (my baby brother) sent me this story.
Love,
Eemah
WASHINGTON POST ARTICLE
WHITWELL, Tenn. -- It is a most unlikely place to build a Holocaust
memorial, much less one that would get the attention of the president, that
would become the subject of a book, that would become an international cause.
Yet it is here that a group of eighth-graders and their teachers decided to
honor each of the 6 million Jews killed in the Holocaust by collecting 6
million paper clips and turning them into a sculpture.
This is remarkable because, for one thing, Whitwell, a town of 1,600 tucked
away in a Tennessee valley just west of the Smokies, has no Jews.
In fact, Whitwell does not offer much opportunity to practice racial or
religious tolerance of any kind. "Our community is white, Christian and very
fundamentalist," says Linda Hooper, principal of the middle school, which has
425 students, including six blacks, one Hispanic, zero Asians, zero
Catholics, zero Jews.
"During coal-mining days, we were a mixed community," explains the town's
unofficial historian, Eulene Hewett Harris. "Now there are only a handful of
black families left."
Whitwell is a town of two traffic lights, 10 churches and a collection of
fast-food joints sprinkled along the main drag. It was a thriving coal town
until 1962, when the last mine closed. Some of the cottages built by the
mining companies still stand, their paint now chipped and their cluttered
porches sagging. Trailers have replaced the houses that collapsed from age
and neglect during lean economic times.
Only 40 miles up the road is Dayton, where the red-brick Rhea County
Courthouse made history during the 1925 Scopes trial, the "monkey trial,"
in which teacher John T. Scopes was convicted of violating a Tennessee law
that made it unlawful "to teach any theory that denies the story of Divine
Creation" and to teach Darwinian evolutionary theory instead. Almost eight
decades later, most people in this Sequatchie River valley hold firmly to
those beliefs under the watchful eyes of their church leaders.
"Look, we're not that far away from the Ku Klux Klan," founded only 100 miles
west, in Pulaski, Tenn., says Hewett Harris. "I mean, in the 1950s they were
still active here."
Such is the setting for a memorial not only to remember Holocaust victims
but, above all, to sound a warning on what intolerance can wreak. The
Whitwell students and teachers had no idea how many lives they were about to
touch.
Math and History The Holocaust project had its genesis in the summer of 1998
when Whitwell Middle's 31-year-old deputy principal and football coach, David
Smith, attended a teacher training course in nearby Chattanooga. A seminar
on the Holocaust as a teaching tool for tolerance intrigued him because the
Holocaust had never been part of the middle school's curriculum and was
mentioned only tangentially in the local high school.
He came back and proposed an after-school course that would be voluntary.
Principal Hooper, 59, loved the idea. "We just have to give our children a
broader view of the world," she says. "We have to crack the shell of their
white cocoon, to enable them to survive in the world out there."
She was nervous about how parents would react, and held a parent-teacher
meeting. But when she asked the assembled adults if they knew anything about
the Holocaust, only a few hands went up, hesitatingly. Hooper, who has lived
in Whitwell most of her life and had taught some of the parents in elementary
school, explained the basics.
Just one parent expressed misgivings: Should young teenagers be shown
terrifying photos of naked, emaciated prisoners? Hooper admitted she wasn't
sure. "Well," the father asked, "would you let your son take the class?"
Yes, she replied, and the father was on board.
There wasn't a question about who would teach it: Sandra Roberts, 30, the
English and social sciences teacher, always a captivating storyteller. In
October 1998, Roberts and Smith held the first session. Fifteen students and
almost as many parents showed up. Roberts began by reading aloud -- history
books, "The Diary of Anne Frank," Elie Wiesel's "Night" -- mostly because
many of the students did not have the money to buy the books; 52 percent of
Whitwell's students qualify for free lunch.
What gripped the eighth-graders most as the course progressed, was the sheer
number of dead. Six million. The Nazis killed 6 million Jews. Can anyone
really imagine 6 million of anything? They did calculations: If 6 million
adults and children were to lie head to toe, the line would stretch from
Washington to San Francisco and back.
One day, Roberts was explaining to the class that there were some good people
in 1940s Europe who stood up for the Jews. After the Nazis invaded Norway,
many courageous Norwegians expressed solidarity with their Jewish fellow
citizens by pinning ordinary paper clips to their lapels.
One girl -- nobody remembers who it was -- said: Let's collect 6 million
paper clips and turn them into a sculpture to remember the victims.
The idea caught on, and the students began bringing in paper clips, from
home, from aunts and uncles and friends. Smith, as the school's computer
expert, set up a Web page asking for donations of clips, one or two, or
however many people wanted to send.
A few weeks later, the first letter arrived. One Lisa Sparks from Tyler,
Tex., sent a handful. Then a letter landed from Colorado. . . .
By the end of the school year, the group had assembled 100,000 clips.
It occurred to the teachers that collecting 6 million paper clips at that
rate would take a lifetime.
Help From Afar Unexpected help came in late 1999 when two German journalists
living in Washington, D.C., stumbled across the Whitwell Web site. Peter
Schroeder,
59, and Dagmar Schroeder-Hildebrand, 58, had been doing research at the U.S.
Holocaust Memorial Museum, tracing concentration camp survivors to interview.
Schroeder-Hildebrand was author of "I'm Dying of Hunger," a book about a camp
survivor who devised imaginary dinners to survive; Peter had written "The
Good Fortune of Lena Lieba Gitter," about a Viennese Jew who escaped the
Nazis and devoted her life to civil rights.
The Whitwell Web site came up during a routine search under "Holocaust."
The idea of American children in a conservative Southern town collecting
paper clips intrigued the couple. They called the school, interviewed
teachers and students by telephone, then wrote several articles for the nine
newspapers they work for in Germany and Austria.
Whitwell and the Schroeders were hit with a blizzard of paper clips from the
two countries. The couple soon had 46,000, filling several large plastic
containers. The thing to do, they decided, was to drive them to Whitwell, 12
hours away.
They received a hero's welcome. The entire school showed up.
None of the eighth-graders had ever met anyone from outside the United
States, let alone anyone from Germany, the country of the Holocaust
perpetrators. At the end of the four-day visit, the students told their
principal, "They are really quite normal."
The Schroeders were so touched they wrote a paperback about Whitwell.
"The Paper Clip Project," which has not been translated into English, was
published in September 2000, in time for Germany's largest book fair in
Frankfurt.
The blizzard of clips became an avalanche.
Whitwell eighth-graders came to Washington in March last year to visit the
Holocaust Museum. They went home carrying 24,000 more paper clips collected
by the Schroeders. Airport security had trouble understanding why a bunch of
teenagers and their teachers were transporting boxes and boxes of paper clips
to Tennessee.
Linked to the Past Just a year later, the Holocaust project has permeated the
school. The after-school group is the most favored extracurricular activity
-- students must compete in an essay contest for its 20 to 25 places.
They've become used to being interviewed by local television and national
radio. Foreign countries are no longer mysterious, with hundreds of letters
bearing witness to them.
The group's activities have long spilled over from Roberts's classroom.
Across the hall, the students have created a concentration-camp simulation
with paper cutouts of themselves pasted on the wall. Chicken wire stretches
across the wall to represent electrified fences. Wire mesh is hung with
shoes to represent the millions of shoes the victims left behind when they
were marched to death chambers.
And every year now they reenact the "walk" to give students at least an
inkling of what people must have felt when jackbooted Nazi guards marched
them off to camps. The students are blindfolded, tied together by the
wrists, roughly ordered onto a truck and driven to the woods. "I was truly
scared," recalls Monica Hammers, a participant in last year's walk. "It made
me think, and it made me realize that I have to put myself into other
people's shoes."
Meanwhile, the counting goes on. It is daunting. On a late winter day, as
the picturesque valley floor shows the first shimmer of soft green, 22
students gather for their Wednesday meeting. All wear the group's polo
shirt, emblazoned: "Changing the World, One Clip at a Time." The neat white
shirts conform to the school's dress code: solid-colored shirts devoid of
large logos, solid-colored pants, knee-length shorts or skirts, worn with a
belt. Many of the girls have attached colored paper clips to their collars.
These are no loose-mannered kids -- they reply "yes, ma'am" and "yes, sir."
Even lunch in the cafeteria is disciplined and relatively quiet.
Yet, there is an obvious and warm bond between students and teachers.
The group's first item of business is opening the mail that has accumulated
during the past three days. That takes half of the two- to three-hour
meeting. A large package has arrived from Germany, two smaller ones from
Austria and more than a dozen letters. Laura Jefferies is in charge of the
ledger and keeps a neat record of each sender's address, phone number and
e-mail address. One group of students responds to the e-mails sent via their
Web site, www.Marionschools.org.
Roberts opens the packages, which have been examined in the principal's
office to make sure they contain nothing dangerous. "We've had a few
negative letters from Holocaust deniers, but we have never received a
threat," says the silver-haired Hooper. "But even if we did, we would go on.
We cannot live in fear; that would defeat the entire purpose."
The large package, from a German school, contains about 40 letters, with
paper clips pasted onto each page. Roberts sighs. "This is a huge amount of
work," she says. "There are days when I wished we could just stop it.
But it has gotten way beyond us. It's no longer about us. There is no way
we could stop this now."
When the students fall behind, it's Roberts who spends hours sorting and
filing.
The students crowd around Roberts's desk and receive a letter at a time.
They carefully empty all paper clips onto little piles. Drew Shadrick, a
strapping tackle on the football team, is the chief counter and stands over a
three-foot-high white plastic barrel, about the size of an oil drum. He
counts each clip, drops it into the barrel, keeping track on a legal pad.
Two other barrels, which once contained Coca-Cola syrup and were donated by
the corporation, are filled to the rim and sealed with transparent plastic.
"It takes five strong guys to move one of those barrels," says Roberts.
Against the wall this day are stacks and stacks of boxes. In early February,
an Atlanta synagogue had promised 1 million paper clips, and sure enough, a
week later a pickup truck delivered 84 boxes bought from an office supply
store. Half are still unopened.
All sorts of clips arrive -- silver- tone, bronze-tone, plastic- coated in
all colors, small ones, large ones, round ones, triangular clips and artistic
ones fashioned from wood.
Then there are the designs made of paper clips, neatly pasted onto letter
paper. If removing the paper clips would destroy the design, the students
count the clips, then replace them in the barrel with an equal number
purchased by the group. The art is left intact.
Occasionally a check for a few dollars arrives. The money goes toward buying
supplies. Both Roberts and Smith won teacher awards last year, and their
$3,000 in prize money also went toward supplies, and helping students pay for
what has become an annual trip to Washington and the Holocaust Museum.
The students file all letters, all scraps of paper, even the stamps, in large
white ring binders. By now, 5,000 to 8,000 letters fill 14 neat binders.
The letters are from 19 countries and 45 states, and include dozens of
rainbow pictures, and flowers, peace doves and swastikas crossed out with big
red bars -- in the shape of paper clips. There are poems, personal stories.
"Today," one letter reads, "I am sending 71 paper clips to commemorate the 71
Jews who were deported from Bueckeburg."
One man sent five paper clips to commemorate his mother and four siblings
murdered by the Nazis in Lithuania in November 1941.
"For my handicapped brother," says another letter. "I'm so glad he didn't
live then; the Nazis would have killed him."
"For my grandmother," says another. "I'm so grateful she survived the camp."
"For my son, that he may live in peace," wrote a woman from Germany.
Last year, a letter containing eight paper clips came from President Clinton.
Another arrived from Vice President Gore, a native of Tennessee, thanking
the students for their "tireless efforts to preserve and promote human
rights," but including no clips.
Every month, Smith writes dozens of celebrities, politicians and sports
teams, requesting paper clips. He gets many refusals, form letters
indicating that the addressee never saw the request. But clips came in from
Tom Bosley (of TV's "Happy Days" fame), Henry Winkler (the Fonz), Tom Hanks,
Elie Wiesel, Madeleine Albright. Among the football teams that contributed
are the Tennessee Titans, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, the Indianapolis Colts
and the Dallas Cowboys.
So many clips in memory of specific Holocaust victims have come in that one
thing has become clear: Melting them into a statue would be inconceivable.
Each paper clip should represent one victim, the students believe, and so a
new idea has been hatched.
They want to get an authentic German railroad car from the 1940s, one that
may have actually transported victims to camps. The car would be turned into
a museum that would house all the paper clips, as well as display all the
letters.
Dagmar and Peter Schroeder plan to travel to Germanynext week to find a
suitable railroad car and have it transported to Whitwell.
They are determined to find such a car and the necessary funding. Like
counting the clips, the task is daunting.
Whitwell's Legacy Whatever happens, for generations of Whitwell eighth-
graders, a paper clip will never again be just a paper clip, but instead
carry a message of patience, perseverance, empathy and tolerance.
Roberts, asked what she thought she had accomplished with the project so far,
said: "Nobody put it better than Laurie Lynn [a student in last year's
class]. She said, 'Now, when I see someone, I think before I speak, I think
before I act, and I think before I judge.' "
And Roberts adds: "That's all I could ever hope to achieve as a teacher."
She gives this week's assignment: "Tomorrow, I want you all to go and sit
next to a person at lunch whom you never talk with, a person that nobody
wants to sit with at lunch. I want you to stop one of those people in the
hall and say: 'Hi! What'd you do last night?' Now, don't make it obvious
-- they may know that it's just an assignment. That would hurt."
Drew pipes up: "Well, I've already tried that, but that kid -- that, you
know, he just sits there and stares, what can I do?"
"Keep at it -- don't give up," says Roberts.
Class dismissed.
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April 27, 2001
Shabbat Shalom!
Here's a fun connection!
Marcia Foster and her son,Sam (in my Mad class this year) were visiting her daughter, Shana who is in London on a college program.
They celebrated Seder with Rabbi Frank Smith!
Sam told me that Rabbi Frank was the"COOLEST" Rabbi he had ever met!
Also.....Stuart and Suzanna's parents, Pauline and Sidney Forman, were with Rabbi Frank for the second Seder!
The Schlafmans spent Seder in the snow!
It was great to have everyone together!
Our Day School kids are connected with an ongoing program with the elderly at Seacrest, Rancho Bernardo. Last Sunday we had 50 kids and parents participate in an activitiy day......As it turns out, I discovered that there are some Madrichim grandparents there!!! Marissa Schwartz's grandfather and grandmother, Janine and Okmin's grandmother, Lee Finkel's grandmother, Dana, Karen and Sari Resnik's grandmother,
The Green brothers' grandmother and a close friend of Keri Resh and family.
Let's see......I suppose that you all know that Beth Israel is building in the Golden Triangle..
We are supposed to begin school there in the fall! It feels soooooooooo weird.....but exciting!!
I'm completely out of your BIOs.....so...send 'em in!!
Have a relaxing meaningful Shabbat!!
Love,
Eemah
Lenie Greenspan sent this:
A very humbling perspective . . .
If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following...
There would be:
57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere... both North and South
8 Africans
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be non-white
30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and 5 would be from the United States.
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education
1 would own a computer
When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for both acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.
The following is also something to ponder...
If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.
If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.
If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.
If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
If your parents are still alive and still married, you are very rare, even in the United States and Canada.
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.
If you can hold someone's hand, hug them, or even touch them on the shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer healing touch.
If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.
