Watching the dancing in the restaurant.
Left to right in front - Boruch ben Yosef Bruk, Tamara Avshalumova, Anya Davidova's mother, Laura Bogopolsky, Chaya Pesakhova, Lena Ishchenko. In the back are Irina Faivushkina and Angela Sukhotnik.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Watching and clapping
Watching the dancing in the restaurant.
Left to right in front - Boruch ben Yosef Bruk, Tamara Avshalumova, Anya Davidova's mother, Laura Bogopolsky, Chaya Pesakhova, Lena Ishchenko. In the back are Irina Faivushkina and Angela Sukhotnik.
Rabbi Shertil Shalumov with the Torah
The Rov of Pyatigorsk, Rabbi Shertil Shalumov, dances with the Torah.
Miriam watches the proceedings
...And Eli Ginsburg waits to write one of the last letters in the Torah.
The source of it all
Rabbi Rony Greenberg, who if not for him we wouldn't be celebrating this event, writes in the Torah.
I know Rabbi Greenberg, that as you are reading this you are saying that 'if not for the Rebbe, who sent you to Carmel college when you wanted to go elsewhere, nothing would've happened," but if you had not inspired your boys IN Carmel College, nothing would have happened. And so just as we must write good news of what happened after the event to the sponsors, so too must write you the good effects this started.
1 - The next day, we put up a Mezuza in the Solomonov's restaurant, first open Mezuza in Stavropol.
2 - The Zhukov's are coming for Shabbos. Olga wants to learn about Kashrus, and they want to send their son Matvei to the kindergarten when we open it.
3 - Valoda and Leiba Zhikh, after 29 years of marriage, want to do it properly under a Chuppah, with a Kesubah.
4 - Three more students confimed joining STARS, the group for Jewish students where they will learn alot of Yiddishkeit.
5 - A group of people from Novoalexandrovsk, a rural city an hour and half away, want to come in for Rosh Hashana.
Eli takes his gift
Eli Ginsburg receives his gift and the one for Zev Sherman, sponsors of the Sefer Torah. The gift is a miniature Torah, with a plaque from the community, thanking them for their generosity.
The two Chaya Mushkas
Chaya Mushka Hershcovich, the Rebbetzin, and the newly named Chaya Mushka Berkun.
Watching the procession
Left to right - Sara Avshalumova, Ilana Berkun (with her son Dan), and Lena Ishchenko watch the writing of the Torah.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Jewish community of Stavropol welcomes a new Torah
In the center of the city of Stavropol, Russia, at the edge of Lenin Square, just opposite to Lenin's statue and the provincial government building, proudly stands the Museum of Stavropol. In its basement, hidden in a closet back behind a display of "significant" older books, lies an ancient Torah scroll, confiscated from the local Jewish synagogue close to 80 years ago and now wound up and tightly stored inside a cardboard tube. Ever since the communist regime relegated Judaism to an atavism, the Torah has been conceived as a museum piece, curious to look at, but nothing you could take home.
Until now. This past Sunday, on 21 September, 2008, the Jews of Stavropol, Russia were witness to a heart-stopping repudiation of this communist notion. Three hundred local Jews, along with guests from overseas, from Moscow and from other Russian cities, assembled to watch the completion of the writing of a new Torah scroll for the Jewish community of Stavropol and to celebrate bringing the scroll to its home in the newly established synagogue of the city.
The writing of the scroll and Sunday's celebration was arranged by Rabbi Zvi and Chayale Hershcovich; Chabad emissaries who arrived in Stavropol last November to teach local Jews about Torah and to inspire them to live a more Jewish life.
The program Rabbi and Mrs. Hershcovich provided for the day included many firsts. When local community members, the Solomonov’s donated the use and services of their restaurant for the occasion, the Rabbi was able to kosher and provide, for the first time in decades, a fully-catered kosher meal. Hakofos were danced in the synagogue while sweets were thrown by, and for, the delighted children of the community. But most significant of all firsts was the pride of the Stavropol Jews as they carried their new Torah proudly in the streets under the astonished gaze of by-standers.
The scroll was written by Rabbi Meir Nigberg and generously paid for by Moscow businessmen Eli Ginsberg and Zev Sherman. A new Aron (Torah ark) to house the Torah, was provided by the largesse of Peter Order, another Moscow businessman. Mr. Ginsberg and Mr. Order were on hand for the event, flying in from Moscow with the Sofer and Rabbi Yonatan Feldman who spoke at the event and emceed as dozens of guests and locals participated, each writing a letter in the Torah.
For the donors, Eli and Peter, it was coming around in a full circle, since they remembered Chayale (Mrs. Hershcovich) as a little girl when they were students of her father, Rabbi Rony Greenberg, himself a shaliach and their teacher when they were studying in England. Now, they are excited to participate by giving, by seeing that with their own hands they can help Jewish life take root and flower in new soil.
Rabbi and Mrs. Hershcovich have many plans for the near and the distant future. They are starting a new synagogue with weekly services, beginning right now with Rosh Hashanah prayers. They plan to establish a new kindergarten this year. They will be participating in the STARS program, for which a couple dozen young people have shown interest and half of whom have already committed themselves.
From the arrival of a new Torah scroll which brought joy and encouragement to Jews who, but for this, might have felt forgotten by the world.
One cannot help but imagine, that somewhere in the depths of the Stavropol city museum, there is an old Torah scroll, happy to have a friend in town, just around the corner and out and about meeting people.
Written by 'Ma Greenberg' for the newspapers. Our personal account coming soon.
In the picture, Rabbi Yonatan speaks to the crowd of 200, and explains how precious the Torah is to the Jewish people.
More dancing
Hillel Davidov dances with the Torah in the center of the city, while people from the community watch and clap along.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The beautiful Paroches my parents donated
In the new Shul, Rabbi Zvi Hershcovich holds the new Torah as the community gets ready for Hakafos.
The food was gone in minutes!
All the food for the party was Glatt Kosher, watched by two Mashgichim. The kosher food was a first for the Stavropol community, up until then the only kosher meat was eaten at the Shabbos meal in the Rabbi's house.
Yet another one
Mel Solomon, a South African Jew, who up until a few months ago had no idea other Jews lived in Stavropol, writes a letter in the Torah.
Another photo
Parading through the center of the city, and past the city's landmark, it's arch, representing the 'gate to the Caucasus'.
Torah event
Peter Order, sponsor of the Shul (doing Gelilah), and Eli Ginsburg, co-sponsor of the Sefer Torah (who was honored with Hagba).
Monday, September 22, 2008
Continued from last post...
...gave it over the head to the Rosh Hakahal, telling him that the money given to him, and the centre given to him is supposed to be used as a Shul. All the food there is supposed to be kosher, we are supposed to be working together, and he must realize that I am a Rabbi. Then R' Lazar said we should make a contract.
So we sat 7 hours together (should have taken half an hour, but he made an issue out of every little thing). Fnally, at 2 AM, he signed, after tremendous pressure from the people at the top. In it, he agreed that he is in charge of everything that doesnt have to do with Yiddishkeit (financially and practically), while we are responsible for everything that has to do with Yiddishkeit, inclduing making a shul, kosher kitchen, kosher food, etc.
We also will now be running the 'food for children' program, and the Sunday school.
2 - Chayales parents came to visist. Perfect timing too, as the water was shut off for 10 between 9-6 during the day, and hot water is off at all times. Day one we (read I, Zvi, Schlepper #1 in Stavropol) spent boiling pots on all the stovetops and making sure 2 kettles warmed up quickly, while running back and forth pouring boiling water into an empty tub before 9 o'clock hit. When the water was shut off, Miriam got naked and stepped into the bath. She would be the first, followed by Chaim, Chayale, and me. 5 seconds in, Miriam calls out "Pishy!" Yes, an immediate urination of our beloved bath.
We bathed regardless.
Friday we rented a hotel room for a day, which we had to do anyway in order to register the Greenbergs. When we asked for extra towels, they said they only give to people who rent the best rooms. Ths from the local intourist.
But turned out I was motioning 'towels' wrong. They thought I meant bathrobe. We got 5 towels, and took turns showering, finishing half hour before Shabbos. Miriam, I am happy to say, did not say 'pishy', or any other scary words during that ordeal. However, Hashem had other plans and when we came outside it was a downpour. And by 'downpour', I mean Niagara Falls. People were going by in canoes downpour. We raced to the car which was parked half a block away, and soaked and cold we rushed back home. We got home in our new Shabbos clothes (now smelly and wet), and flew to the front door of the apartment building. Unfortunately the entrance to our building is not equipped with such basic equipment as a DRAIN, and so we were forced to stop.
"Never fear, I will lead you through," was the courageous words of Rebbetzin "Nachshon ben Aminadav" Greenberg, who stepped through the knee-deep water, sopping her shoes forever. We followed behind, holding our babies high above our heads, supposedly to protect them from the puddle, but in reality to protect our heads from the rain.
Oh, forgot to mention: I saw an AWESOME bolt of lightning.
Anyway, we made it home, changed, just in time for guests to arrive for Shabbos.
3 - Chayale is Moses. She joined askmoses.com but she might be kicked off, since after a fantastic first week, she missed the second one due to an emergency, and this week she was all ready at 3 our time, and suddenyl the electricity went out. She ran to an internet cafe, and found out she had to download the java to do it.
Meanwhile, back home, the lights went on. I decided to cover for her, and for the first time, filled Moses' shoes. I was in middle of speaking to someone, and BAM! The lights went out again.
Next post: the sefer torah event. But I must go to sleep now.
So we sat 7 hours together (should have taken half an hour, but he made an issue out of every little thing). Fnally, at 2 AM, he signed, after tremendous pressure from the people at the top. In it, he agreed that he is in charge of everything that doesnt have to do with Yiddishkeit (financially and practically), while we are responsible for everything that has to do with Yiddishkeit, inclduing making a shul, kosher kitchen, kosher food, etc.
We also will now be running the 'food for children' program, and the Sunday school.
2 - Chayales parents came to visist. Perfect timing too, as the water was shut off for 10 between 9-6 during the day, and hot water is off at all times. Day one we (read I, Zvi, Schlepper #1 in Stavropol) spent boiling pots on all the stovetops and making sure 2 kettles warmed up quickly, while running back and forth pouring boiling water into an empty tub before 9 o'clock hit. When the water was shut off, Miriam got naked and stepped into the bath. She would be the first, followed by Chaim, Chayale, and me. 5 seconds in, Miriam calls out "Pishy!" Yes, an immediate urination of our beloved bath.
We bathed regardless.
Friday we rented a hotel room for a day, which we had to do anyway in order to register the Greenbergs. When we asked for extra towels, they said they only give to people who rent the best rooms. Ths from the local intourist.
But turned out I was motioning 'towels' wrong. They thought I meant bathrobe. We got 5 towels, and took turns showering, finishing half hour before Shabbos. Miriam, I am happy to say, did not say 'pishy', or any other scary words during that ordeal. However, Hashem had other plans and when we came outside it was a downpour. And by 'downpour', I mean Niagara Falls. People were going by in canoes downpour. We raced to the car which was parked half a block away, and soaked and cold we rushed back home. We got home in our new Shabbos clothes (now smelly and wet), and flew to the front door of the apartment building. Unfortunately the entrance to our building is not equipped with such basic equipment as a DRAIN, and so we were forced to stop.
"Never fear, I will lead you through," was the courageous words of Rebbetzin "Nachshon ben Aminadav" Greenberg, who stepped through the knee-deep water, sopping her shoes forever. We followed behind, holding our babies high above our heads, supposedly to protect them from the puddle, but in reality to protect our heads from the rain.
Oh, forgot to mention: I saw an AWESOME bolt of lightning.
Anyway, we made it home, changed, just in time for guests to arrive for Shabbos.
3 - Chayale is Moses. She joined askmoses.com but she might be kicked off, since after a fantastic first week, she missed the second one due to an emergency, and this week she was all ready at 3 our time, and suddenyl the electricity went out. She ran to an internet cafe, and found out she had to download the java to do it.
Meanwhile, back home, the lights went on. I decided to cover for her, and for the first time, filled Moses' shoes. I was in middle of speaking to someone, and BAM! The lights went out again.
Next post: the sefer torah event. But I must go to sleep now.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Long time no post
Excuse the lack of posting. It's actually Zvi writing this, under Chayales name.
Lots has happened here in Stavropol, and we are more busy than we ever imagined, so briefly:
1 - When we returned, we came with a new attitude, that we didn't have to worry about the rosh hakahal, and are here to do our shlichus work. About a week later, I traveled to Moscow to meet with Rabbi Lazar with the president of the community. I also took care of many other things there, including raising some funds and checking out our beautiful Torah. We met Rabbi Lazar who... to be contnued later..
Thursday, September 11, 2008
SHE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!
She is out of control! Yesterday, she pulled the baby off the couch and he landed flat on hs face. She plays with cocoa, she colors on the floor, she bites my toes, she gets into EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 05, 2008
I am famous!
http://shturem.net/index.php?section=news&id=29249&lang=hebrew
The Hachnosas Sefer Torah will iy"h be on September 21st. Anyone who can come, please do.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
The best babysitters EVER
Miriam misses you guys so much! She sings sbout you while she sits in her highchair and eats.
"I love Dassi, I love Sheba, I love Naomi.... Bubby, Zeidy..."
Monday, September 01, 2008
Community of Stavropol welcomes Chaim
Sunday after we arrived, we invited our friends to come over and meet Chaim (A number of our friends were out of town). 12 people came, and gave us presents, such as gauze, cloth diapers and a singing Santa. Boruch Hashem for presents.
WE GOT INTERNET AT HOME
So not only will there be regular updates on this blog of ours (to keep the Greenberg girls busy) but I, the wife, will be adding my two cents. Now how bout that?!
Actually, I will be posting pics. Of our beauties. Enjoy!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Dobro Pozhalovat to us
We made it.
It was a very long trip. We flew to Frankfurt, a long gruelling 6 hour trip, in which we were put in seperate seats at the other ends of the plane and had to work things out. Miriam was a typical toddler, trying to bolt from her seat and create a ruckus. Let's just say that no one on the plane got to see the inflight movie.
Then in Frankfurt we had a long stopover, where we all tried to sleep. It didn't work.
Finally we arrived in Rostov. Yay, the trip is almost over! No, it's not. The driver took 7 hours taking us home (yes we had to make a U-turn half-an-hour in to pick up the purse with all our stuff in it that we left in the airport), but it was the longest and hardest part of the trip. Miriam squiggled, squirmed, and alot of other words that start with 'squ' the whole way home.
And when we got home, we had to carry our 6 huge pieces of luggage up.
We collapsed shortly thereafter.
Then we rested up and it was back to work early the next day.
We organized a party for Sunday (welcome Chaim Shimshon!) and 20 people came for a little buffet at our apartment. Many more sent gifts, or were on vacation. The welcome was warm.
Igor Lerner was given his Tefillin and he has been putting them on every day since. He also was our only Shabbos guest.
Meanwhile, we are still barely sleeping, since we have made a Hachlata to get up early each morning and tackle the day.
Coffee is our new life.
While our bodies get used to the time difference, the Or Avner fund is almost up (should be done by tomorrow), and we are looking for a place to use as a shul. Could you believe that in Russia, office space of 120 square meters would cost over 4000 dollars?
In other news, we wanna buy a dryer, and apparently the way it works here is that you must give the seller (the only one in the city too) 40 dollars, and only then is he wiling to SHOW YOU the price of the dryer. If you don't like any dryers, then you just lost 40 bucks.
Only in Russia.
I was supposed to post lots of pictures, but this computer won't let me. Internet cafe. At least the time-line is over and within the next 5 days we will be getting it on our home computer!
P.S. Shabbos was Zvi's 26th birthday!
It was a very long trip. We flew to Frankfurt, a long gruelling 6 hour trip, in which we were put in seperate seats at the other ends of the plane and had to work things out. Miriam was a typical toddler, trying to bolt from her seat and create a ruckus. Let's just say that no one on the plane got to see the inflight movie.
Then in Frankfurt we had a long stopover, where we all tried to sleep. It didn't work.
Finally we arrived in Rostov. Yay, the trip is almost over! No, it's not. The driver took 7 hours taking us home (yes we had to make a U-turn half-an-hour in to pick up the purse with all our stuff in it that we left in the airport), but it was the longest and hardest part of the trip. Miriam squiggled, squirmed, and alot of other words that start with 'squ' the whole way home.
And when we got home, we had to carry our 6 huge pieces of luggage up.
We collapsed shortly thereafter.
Then we rested up and it was back to work early the next day.
We organized a party for Sunday (welcome Chaim Shimshon!) and 20 people came for a little buffet at our apartment. Many more sent gifts, or were on vacation. The welcome was warm.
Igor Lerner was given his Tefillin and he has been putting them on every day since. He also was our only Shabbos guest.
Meanwhile, we are still barely sleeping, since we have made a Hachlata to get up early each morning and tackle the day.
Coffee is our new life.
While our bodies get used to the time difference, the Or Avner fund is almost up (should be done by tomorrow), and we are looking for a place to use as a shul. Could you believe that in Russia, office space of 120 square meters would cost over 4000 dollars?
In other news, we wanna buy a dryer, and apparently the way it works here is that you must give the seller (the only one in the city too) 40 dollars, and only then is he wiling to SHOW YOU the price of the dryer. If you don't like any dryers, then you just lost 40 bucks.
Only in Russia.
I was supposed to post lots of pictures, but this computer won't let me. Internet cafe. At least the time-line is over and within the next 5 days we will be getting it on our home computer!
P.S. Shabbos was Zvi's 26th birthday!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
WE GOT THE VISA!!!
We are set. And monday is D-Day. It's so D-day, it's 3D-Day!
Home. Finally! I hope the fridge still works.
Shlichus again. I can't wait!
Home. Finally! I hope the fridge still works.
Shlichus again. I can't wait!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
A day in NYC
Yesterday I went to New York.
I had to, since the day before I was in Philadelphia.
OK, to back up. After the fiasco in Montreal, and doing a small fundraising trip in Toronto, we returned to Morristown with a Canadian passport. The problem? Russia gives Canadians visas after a minimum 30 days, the reason given on their website? "since Canada make the Russians wait, we will make the Canadians wait."
Sounds like grade 3 all over again.
Anyway, we found out about a place in Philly that can do passports in a few hours, so we drove to Flyers-town. Incidentally, while we are on the subject, Tali Yess did a great job on our Sefer Torah flyer, which we will be sending out by mail soon.
Our experience in Philadelphia:
We arrived in the morning and went to the office. Chayale had amassed a bagful of documents and papers, including stuff like her kindergarten report cards. We went in through a metal detector and serious security (later I would notice that homeland security had offices in the building). They confiscated Chayake's scizzors (she got them back later).
Then we waited in line for like 15 minutes. Our number was called. I thought it would be like 5 minutes but they made some big issue out of some minor thing, and we stood there for like a half hour. Chayale whispered that I should say Tehillim. It was hard, though, since I had to watch Miriam, who was very edgy.
Chayale says a miracle happened. She mentally told the Rebbe, "we're going out there for you, to do your work. Don't make this hard for us", and then immediately the woman said, "ok, looks like everything will be good. Your passport will be ready in 2hours."
We wanted to get Miriam an American passport as well, but we will need more papers in order to do that.
Two hours later, after strolling around central Philly, we returned and picked up the passport. it was a breeze. Then we went to Morristown for a bar-b-q supper with Esty.
Anyway, so yesterday I was in NY to get Chaim Shimsh a visa. Spent the morning in Manhattan finding the place, filling out the paperwork, and giving over the money, and dropping off at B & H to visit best buddy Chaim Hertzel.
Then it was off to Crown Heights to do the final pick-ups. Shluchim office for Igor Lerner's Tefillin - check. HaSofer to pick up 5 free Mezuzas for people in Stavropol - check. Grocery shopping for kosher food we can't get in Russia - check.
The day was looking very accomplishing and successful. But then I met Levi Adelman and the luck he has obtained through his beloved Bruins made it's way into me. I had no luck fundraising, and the roller-hockey game was cancelled at the last minute. Bummer.
I returned to Morristown a little glum.
But then Chayale gave me some ice cream so all was good.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Escape TO Russia
Remember that game in camp 'escape from Russia'? basically the idea for this 'night activity' was that there were tables across camp (you know, one at the north end of camp, another at the south end, one in the dining room, another in the lake...) and all the campers had to run around getting all their papers in order while trying to avoid staff acting as the 'KGB' who would steal your papers or send you to 'Siberia' (the photo-development room).
Well, the past few months have been the opposite, as we try to escape to Russia, or rather, get papers for our newborn son to Russia.
So let us show you the game in it's proper order and where we are standing:
1 - Give birth to a baby. This part was easy for the husband, not so easy for the wife. We did it in Canada for several reasons, but mainly because the hospital in Stavropol has 'no husbands admitted' rule, which made us a little wary. Also, in Canada we are covered by medicare, so it was free.
2 - Immediately after birth, fill out all the documents for the birth certificate and send out the form. Do this immediately, like before even getting your wife a glass of water.
ALERT: Might not be a good idea to visit your parents in the U.S., since that leads to:
3 - After making calls to the hospital and the border, return to the hospital to pick up a document stating that the baby was born here. Make sure it is signed by a doctor. Expect to wait for the document for over an hour, and so (next time) bring something like a crossword puzzle or Chitas (case depending) to the hospital with you.
4 - Cross the border into the U.S. Show them the paper, and watch as they look on, impressed. Imagine how QUICKLY the other documents will arrive, and start telling friends that you will be gone in like two weeks.
5 - Once safely in New Jersey, decide (out of laziness) that you might as well make both of the kids U.S. citizens while you are at it, because it also saves a trip back to Canada to apply for the passport. Call the U.S. passport office, and listen to them tell you how for "just 200 bucks extra", they can have the passport done in two days. Wonder how much quicker they can go if you add a bottle of champagne.
6 - Wait for the birth certificate to arrive in Canada.
7 - Keep waiting.
8 - Call birth certificate office in Canada to find out what's taking so long. Discover that it'll "arrive on thursday."
9 - Wait another week and a half. Meanwhile, discover that you must go in to pick up the birth certificate, since you are the parent. Discuss a trip to Montreal.
10 - When the birth certificate arrives, discover that your mother can pick it up since her name is one the application as a witness (yeah!). Have her pick it up and rush her to put it on Hyman's bus THAT VERY NIGHT!
11 - Receive a phone call from your mother saying that she gave it to a woman who lives in Monroe, an hour from Morristown.
12 - Rush to Monroe the next morning, and spend another hour lost looking for the address. Pick up the package and return to Morristown. Try to make it back in time for the New Jersey passport office to still be open, but get stuck in traffic and miss it. Swear (in Yiddish, preferably).
13 - Early the next morning, pay 20 bucks to get two beautiful U.S. sized passport photos of your kids. Then rush to the passport center. Spend two hours trying to keep your daughter entertained while filling out forms, and then hand them in with every other possible document that exists, excited that you will receive a U.S. passport for your son in two days and be able to make a visa!
14 - The lady at the desk tells you that minimum time for it to be processed and ready is two weeks! And that is only if the application for the passport is accepted. Plus, they will take the original birth certificate and keep it until they send the passport! Ask her why they told you two DAYS? Receive the answer that two days can be done only if the applicant had a previous passport.
15 - Grumble and mutter the entire way home, with all your papers. Call Canada and discover that they can ACTUALLY do it in two days even for a new baby! Plus, instead of the 250 bucks U.S., it'll cost just 55 dollars Canadian to get it done. Immediately decide to 'be wise' and take the Hyman's bus THAT VERY NIGHT to Canada so the father can IN PERSON apply for the passport. Rush your son to a walmart for Canadian sized passport pictures.
16 - Get on Hymans overnight bus full of stale cholent, with all the documents. Look at the passport photos and notice that they are blurry. Get worried. Don't sleep.
17 - Early morning, drive to the passport office and wait an hour for your turn. Then let the woman in the passport office go through all your documents and finally tell you that the pictures are too blurry, but everything else is ok. All you have to do now is bring non-blurry pictures of your son. Excited, run home and call your wife in New Jersey. Tell her to do new photos and send tham on Hymans bus.
18 - The wife takes phots in a special place that even specializes in Canadian passport photos! Her mother drives to Monsey at midnight to give the photos to someone.
19 - Naturally, the person is located on the other side of Montreal. Pick up the photos and return to the pasport office, conveniently located all the way on the OTHER side of the city.
20 - The dude at the desk tell you, after you waited for a half hour, that the baby must be IN CANADA, and the photos must be taken IN CANADA, or that you must bring proof that you are living in your parents house. Return home dejected, wondering what to do.
21 - Find some bank bills in your name, living proof that you exist in Canada, and return to the office. Another wait. Another line. Another time told that the pictures must be taken in Canada. Also, they want the wife to come in, since next to her signature, she mistakenly wrote that she signed 'in Montreal'.
22 - Go home. Call your wife. Tell her she must come in with the baby. She rents a car.
23 - 2:30 in the morning: drive to the border to meet your wife, since YOU are the one who has the baby's birth certificate and without it, he will not be admitted into Canada.
24 - 9:30 in the morning: get pictures taken in the place next to the passport office. Wait in line. Triumphantly show the teller your wife and child plus the high-quality super dooper Canadian sized passport photos. The letter looks at them, and tells you they must be signed by your mother, the witness, to show proof that it is the baby. This is even though the baby is right there sleeping in front of the teller.
25 - Get your mother to the office. She signs the paper. They tell you to return at 2:00 PM and pick up the passport. Now on to the visa.
26 - Pick up the passport. The teller as a joke says he lost it. Not funny.
27 - VISA TIME! Call the Russian consulate, and listen to them tell you that it takes 3 weeks to get the visa, all the while they keep the passport too.
This is where we are up to. Further updates as events warrant.
To sum it all up, here is one of my favorite web videos:
Well, the past few months have been the opposite, as we try to escape to Russia, or rather, get papers for our newborn son to Russia.
So let us show you the game in it's proper order and where we are standing:
1 - Give birth to a baby. This part was easy for the husband, not so easy for the wife. We did it in Canada for several reasons, but mainly because the hospital in Stavropol has 'no husbands admitted' rule, which made us a little wary. Also, in Canada we are covered by medicare, so it was free.
2 - Immediately after birth, fill out all the documents for the birth certificate and send out the form. Do this immediately, like before even getting your wife a glass of water.
ALERT: Might not be a good idea to visit your parents in the U.S., since that leads to:
3 - After making calls to the hospital and the border, return to the hospital to pick up a document stating that the baby was born here. Make sure it is signed by a doctor. Expect to wait for the document for over an hour, and so (next time) bring something like a crossword puzzle or Chitas (case depending) to the hospital with you.
4 - Cross the border into the U.S. Show them the paper, and watch as they look on, impressed. Imagine how QUICKLY the other documents will arrive, and start telling friends that you will be gone in like two weeks.
5 - Once safely in New Jersey, decide (out of laziness) that you might as well make both of the kids U.S. citizens while you are at it, because it also saves a trip back to Canada to apply for the passport. Call the U.S. passport office, and listen to them tell you how for "just 200 bucks extra", they can have the passport done in two days. Wonder how much quicker they can go if you add a bottle of champagne.
6 - Wait for the birth certificate to arrive in Canada.
7 - Keep waiting.
8 - Call birth certificate office in Canada to find out what's taking so long. Discover that it'll "arrive on thursday."
9 - Wait another week and a half. Meanwhile, discover that you must go in to pick up the birth certificate, since you are the parent. Discuss a trip to Montreal.
10 - When the birth certificate arrives, discover that your mother can pick it up since her name is one the application as a witness (yeah!). Have her pick it up and rush her to put it on Hyman's bus THAT VERY NIGHT!
11 - Receive a phone call from your mother saying that she gave it to a woman who lives in Monroe, an hour from Morristown.
12 - Rush to Monroe the next morning, and spend another hour lost looking for the address. Pick up the package and return to Morristown. Try to make it back in time for the New Jersey passport office to still be open, but get stuck in traffic and miss it. Swear (in Yiddish, preferably).
13 - Early the next morning, pay 20 bucks to get two beautiful U.S. sized passport photos of your kids. Then rush to the passport center. Spend two hours trying to keep your daughter entertained while filling out forms, and then hand them in with every other possible document that exists, excited that you will receive a U.S. passport for your son in two days and be able to make a visa!
14 - The lady at the desk tells you that minimum time for it to be processed and ready is two weeks! And that is only if the application for the passport is accepted. Plus, they will take the original birth certificate and keep it until they send the passport! Ask her why they told you two DAYS? Receive the answer that two days can be done only if the applicant had a previous passport.
15 - Grumble and mutter the entire way home, with all your papers. Call Canada and discover that they can ACTUALLY do it in two days even for a new baby! Plus, instead of the 250 bucks U.S., it'll cost just 55 dollars Canadian to get it done. Immediately decide to 'be wise' and take the Hyman's bus THAT VERY NIGHT to Canada so the father can IN PERSON apply for the passport. Rush your son to a walmart for Canadian sized passport pictures.
16 - Get on Hymans overnight bus full of stale cholent, with all the documents. Look at the passport photos and notice that they are blurry. Get worried. Don't sleep.
17 - Early morning, drive to the passport office and wait an hour for your turn. Then let the woman in the passport office go through all your documents and finally tell you that the pictures are too blurry, but everything else is ok. All you have to do now is bring non-blurry pictures of your son. Excited, run home and call your wife in New Jersey. Tell her to do new photos and send tham on Hymans bus.
18 - The wife takes phots in a special place that even specializes in Canadian passport photos! Her mother drives to Monsey at midnight to give the photos to someone.
19 - Naturally, the person is located on the other side of Montreal. Pick up the photos and return to the pasport office, conveniently located all the way on the OTHER side of the city.
20 - The dude at the desk tell you, after you waited for a half hour, that the baby must be IN CANADA, and the photos must be taken IN CANADA, or that you must bring proof that you are living in your parents house. Return home dejected, wondering what to do.
21 - Find some bank bills in your name, living proof that you exist in Canada, and return to the office. Another wait. Another line. Another time told that the pictures must be taken in Canada. Also, they want the wife to come in, since next to her signature, she mistakenly wrote that she signed 'in Montreal'.
22 - Go home. Call your wife. Tell her she must come in with the baby. She rents a car.
23 - 2:30 in the morning: drive to the border to meet your wife, since YOU are the one who has the baby's birth certificate and without it, he will not be admitted into Canada.
24 - 9:30 in the morning: get pictures taken in the place next to the passport office. Wait in line. Triumphantly show the teller your wife and child plus the high-quality super dooper Canadian sized passport photos. The letter looks at them, and tells you they must be signed by your mother, the witness, to show proof that it is the baby. This is even though the baby is right there sleeping in front of the teller.
25 - Get your mother to the office. She signs the paper. They tell you to return at 2:00 PM and pick up the passport. Now on to the visa.
26 - Pick up the passport. The teller as a joke says he lost it. Not funny.
27 - VISA TIME! Call the Russian consulate, and listen to them tell you that it takes 3 weeks to get the visa, all the while they keep the passport too.
This is where we are up to. Further updates as events warrant.
To sum it all up, here is one of my favorite web videos:
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
We want to go home!!
It's been over two months already since we've arrived, and we want to return home. It's really annoying being away from home for so long, and away from a community that keeps asking 'when do you return' especially considering that the 'president' of the community is trying to do everything he can to get rid of us (and please G-d he will not be successful).
I met R' Lazar on Gimmel Tammuz at the Ohel. Our conversation went something like this.
Me: Hey, Rabbi Lazar.
Him: Sholom Aleichem. When do you return?
Me: We want to get back already, but it looks like it will be a while. We are waiting for the papers from the Canadian government confirming that our son was born.
Him: Try to speed it up.
Me: ok.
I wish it were that easy.
I guess that the reason for this mood is that we did not have the most productive day today. We have spent a month waiting for the 'confirmation of birth' from canada, then another week waiting for his birth certificate, followed by a trip to Monroe to pick up the document which my mother had sent there via Heiman's bus.
So we had the documents. Now we were all ready to get Chaim Shimshon a passport (and we were so sure we were saving time by having him get dual citizenship AND an American passport at the same time).
So we took passport pictures of both the kids (we want them BOTH to be dual), and went to the passport office. (IMPORTANT NOTE: they had barely slept. Miriam was sick with some kind of extreme diarrhea disorder rash. She still has it) We had called before and came with all documents we had, including like 10 years worth of Chayale's report cards. After spending over an hour trying to calm the kids, and write/gather the documents, the lady told us that she would need to take away the original documents, we might not get approved, and worst of all WE WOULD HAVE TO WAIT A MINIMUM OF TWO WEEKS!
So we left, and called Called. They can do it in a day, if we have a flight. So now the plan is to go to Montreal in time for Monday, and try to rush a passport for Chaim Shimshon.
This is so time consuming. When the passport is done, we need to get an invitation for him from Russia (since we were told that he isn't eligible to be counted on our visa... Which R' Lazar, in another discussion I had with him, said we might be able to do), followed by a visa. Only then can we return home.
I will make a Toronto fundraising trip of it, I guess.
Oh well. It's all Hashgacha Protis.
I met R' Lazar on Gimmel Tammuz at the Ohel. Our conversation went something like this.
Me: Hey, Rabbi Lazar.
Him: Sholom Aleichem. When do you return?
Me: We want to get back already, but it looks like it will be a while. We are waiting for the papers from the Canadian government confirming that our son was born.
Him: Try to speed it up.
Me: ok.
I wish it were that easy.
I guess that the reason for this mood is that we did not have the most productive day today. We have spent a month waiting for the 'confirmation of birth' from canada, then another week waiting for his birth certificate, followed by a trip to Monroe to pick up the document which my mother had sent there via Heiman's bus.
So we had the documents. Now we were all ready to get Chaim Shimshon a passport (and we were so sure we were saving time by having him get dual citizenship AND an American passport at the same time).
So we took passport pictures of both the kids (we want them BOTH to be dual), and went to the passport office. (IMPORTANT NOTE: they had barely slept. Miriam was sick with some kind of extreme diarrhea disorder rash. She still has it) We had called before and came with all documents we had, including like 10 years worth of Chayale's report cards. After spending over an hour trying to calm the kids, and write/gather the documents, the lady told us that she would need to take away the original documents, we might not get approved, and worst of all WE WOULD HAVE TO WAIT A MINIMUM OF TWO WEEKS!
So we left, and called Called. They can do it in a day, if we have a flight. So now the plan is to go to Montreal in time for Monday, and try to rush a passport for Chaim Shimshon.
This is so time consuming. When the passport is done, we need to get an invitation for him from Russia (since we were told that he isn't eligible to be counted on our visa... Which R' Lazar, in another discussion I had with him, said we might be able to do), followed by a visa. Only then can we return home.
I will make a Toronto fundraising trip of it, I guess.
Oh well. It's all Hashgacha Protis.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Letters in the Torah
I don't think I ever posted this, but a Sefer Torah has been donated to our community thatnks to Eli Ginsburg and Zeev Shurman. We will welcome the Torah at the end of August/beginning of September. We are selling letters in the Torah for 18 dollars a letter. If anyone wants more information, or would like to sponsor words, perakim, or parshas, email me at rabbizvi44@yahoo.com
Also, we are still looking for a sponsor of the Paroches' (cloth covering the ark in which the Torahs are kept. There are two of them, one for the high holidays and one for the year). The cost is approximately 3,000 dollars, and a Ner Tamid (eternal light which burns in front of the ark).
Also, we are still looking for a sponsor of the Paroches' (cloth covering the ark in which the Torahs are kept. There are two of them, one for the high holidays and one for the year). The cost is approximately 3,000 dollars, and a Ner Tamid (eternal light which burns in front of the ark).
Friday, July 18, 2008
A miracle story
Today was a very hot day.
Elisheva "G" as we shall call her, was in day camp.
Color war was over (her team had won), but her counselors wanted to have a little extra fun.
So they sent all their campers outside into the heat for 2 hours straight. The children chased each other around and around until they got dizzy, and finally, exhausted, they sat down under the shade of a tall tree to rest.
But this did not satisfy their evil counselors, who immediately handed out water guns, and sent them back out into the sauna they call 'air', to have a waterfight.
While most of the s were given super-soaker 1200's, Elisheva "G" was handed a dollar-store handgun-soaker which didn't work, and she got sprayed until she wheighed 18 more pounds becuase of her soggy clothes.
The exhausted camper went to her counselors, and begged to be allowed to change, but instead they sent her on a yellow school bus with - metal seats, to go on a trip to... the Matza bakery.
Hours later, the "really tired" (to quote her own exact words she JUST SAID RIGHT NOW!!!) came home... and then a miracle happened.
Her brother-in-law, who is the super-coolest guy in the world ever plus he even knows how to spell, was on the computer updating his blog, and he agreed to write an ENTIRE post about her.
May we all be Zoicheh to such wonders.
Here is a picture of her.
Elisheva "G" as we shall call her, was in day camp.
Color war was over (her team had won), but her counselors wanted to have a little extra fun.
So they sent all their campers outside into the heat for 2 hours straight. The children chased each other around and around until they got dizzy, and finally, exhausted, they sat down under the shade of a tall tree to rest.
But this did not satisfy their evil counselors, who immediately handed out water guns, and sent them back out into the sauna they call 'air', to have a waterfight.
While most of the s were given super-soaker 1200's, Elisheva "G" was handed a dollar-store handgun-soaker which didn't work, and she got sprayed until she wheighed 18 more pounds becuase of her soggy clothes.
The exhausted camper went to her counselors, and begged to be allowed to change, but instead they sent her on a yellow school bus with - metal seats, to go on a trip to... the Matza bakery.
Hours later, the "really tired" (to quote her own exact words she JUST SAID RIGHT NOW!!!) came home... and then a miracle happened.
Her brother-in-law, who is the super-coolest guy in the world ever plus he even knows how to spell, was on the computer updating his blog, and he agreed to write an ENTIRE post about her.
May we all be Zoicheh to such wonders.
Here is a picture of her.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Internet is a blessing
A while ago, I decided to search 'Stavropol' on facebook, and then message people telling them that I am a Rabbi who just moved here, and blah blah blah a Shabbaos meal.
It worked, because I found 2 ex-Stavropolian Jews. One of them told me about odnoklassniki.ru, the Russian version of facebook.
So I joined 'classmates', and added him as my friend. Pretty soon I started to find people we know from the community, and I made a group called 'Stavropol Jews'.
Then I was told about vkontakte.ru, another facebook style program, and decided to search there as well.
After several weeks now, I have compiled a list of Stavropol Jews, perhaps 40 of them on odnoklassniki.ru and 15 of them on vkontakte.ru. I keep meeting more and more of them (some of them in Israel). One of them is now a yeshiva bochur!
And that is how we keep in touch with our community.
It worked, because I found 2 ex-Stavropolian Jews. One of them told me about odnoklassniki.ru, the Russian version of facebook.
So I joined 'classmates', and added him as my friend. Pretty soon I started to find people we know from the community, and I made a group called 'Stavropol Jews'.
Then I was told about vkontakte.ru, another facebook style program, and decided to search there as well.
After several weeks now, I have compiled a list of Stavropol Jews, perhaps 40 of them on odnoklassniki.ru and 15 of them on vkontakte.ru. I keep meeting more and more of them (some of them in Israel). One of them is now a yeshiva bochur!
And that is how we keep in touch with our community.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
A video of Diesel
For those of you who have been to Yeka, I am now back in contact regularly with Diesel, and he sent me this video he just made. I think it might be nice if we got together some Yekazoids and raise money to get him a trip to America.
Who is in?
I am serious, by the way.
The guy is very depressed, has given up on Yiddishkeit, and it would be nice to bring him into the USA, at least for a tour.
Come on, we all raised money to go to Yeka, let's together raise money to bring him here!
For those of you who don't know about Diesel, he was a hit in the Ukraine summer of Dnepropetrovsk (to see videos form the camp which inspired me to go to Russia, search Yekatrinoslav on google video). A talented and funny Ukrainian boy, which is a rarity.
Would love to see him live his dream for a few moments being in New York, and getting to look at some skyscrapers.
He currently works in a department store as a salesman in Denpropetrovsk, making 250 dollars a month.
Who is in?
I am serious, by the way.
The guy is very depressed, has given up on Yiddishkeit, and it would be nice to bring him into the USA, at least for a tour.
Come on, we all raised money to go to Yeka, let's together raise money to bring him here!
For those of you who don't know about Diesel, he was a hit in the Ukraine summer of Dnepropetrovsk (to see videos form the camp which inspired me to go to Russia, search Yekatrinoslav on google video). A talented and funny Ukrainian boy, which is a rarity.
Would love to see him live his dream for a few moments being in New York, and getting to look at some skyscrapers.
He currently works in a department store as a salesman in Denpropetrovsk, making 250 dollars a month.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Hashgacha Protis in Montreal
Hashgacha Protis is a great Hebrew word which most people translate as 'divine providence' which is like translating Tefillin as 'phylacteries' when in reality people should just call them by their more commonly used synonym: Jew-straps.
Similarly, Hashgacha Protis in plain English means: 'G-d makes cool coincidences' which according to Judaism, aren't coincidences.
Since I have returned to the land of wide roads, I have searched for Jews from Stavropol in every city I've been to. For example, in Toronto I stopped by Rabbi Zaltsman (translation: salty man), who is in charge of Russian Jews and runs the JRCC of Ontario, and I asked him if he knew any Jews from Stavropol.
His answer: No.
Bet you weren't expecting that. Well, neither was I. I also asked Rabbi Sirota in Montreal, and other Rabbis in other places.
Anyway, so in Montreal they had this bone marrow drive to help several people in the community. I went to get the inside of cheek swabbed by Q-tips, and it was held in the Montreal 'Y', where they have a woman in charge of all Russians living in Montreal, Olga Freiman.
I tried to meet hger but she was away, so I gave up.
Then on Monday on a whim I decided to call again. She answered and I explained that I live in a city in Russia, and I am looking for Jewish people from that city in Montreal so I can contact their relatives in Russia, and maybe they have a database where everyone is from blah blah blah blah.
So she asked, "Which city?"
And I said, "Stavropol!"
So she says, "I'm from Stavropol!"
See? a classic case of Hasgacha Protis!
Anyway, we met today and had a long chat, where it turned out that I know her relative in Stavropol, who is one of the sweetest men in the community. He's the guy who when he sees me trying to walk into a room or entering the building, he immediately rushes over to open the door for the Rabbi. He's the guy who on his second time meeting me gave me a piece of paper on which he drew by hand a map of Stavropol, so that I wouldn't ever get lost. He's the one who smiles every time I call him by his Jewish name, Yitzchak.
And I think it will be nice returning to Stavropol, and showing him pictures of his relatives in Montreal, and telling him all about how I met his cousin, and what she is like, and giving him a letter she wrote to him.
I hope it warms up his heart like he warms up mine.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Purimshpiel
The children from the Sunday school put on a Purimshpiel for the entire Stavropol Jewish community. Anna Datsyuk (of no relation to Pavel, unfortunately) mouths the words she has sung 2,000,000 times. It's cute.
Purim in Stavropol
While looking back at some pictures, I cam across this video of our event in a restaurant in Stavropol, attended by 120 people. The childrens table cannot be seen, and would anyway not have been seen, since they were practising for their production. The performers were (older man) Ilya Levinbuk, one of the most famous Jewish Russian comedians, who worked for 'Radio Nana' during Soviet times, and another young performer who did most of the singing. I was on the side waiting to start my speech. (There is also a video of me giving the speech in horrible Russian).
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Miriams first cute story
Over the past week, Miriam has officially learnt what the word 'no' means.
This morning, she crawled over and opened the breakfast drawer where my parents keep the cereal. This is something she usually does, and then scatters all the rice krispies all over the floor, or something to that effect. Ta (my father), seeing her, said "No!"
Obediently, she shut the drawer.
About a minute later, my sister Esty walks in and opens the drawer to get some cereal.
Miriam looks at her, points to the drawer and shouts, "No!"
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Mazel tov
We have a baby boy! Chayale gave birth Motzei Shabbos at 3:43 AM to a healthy, 8.3 pound fish.
I mean boy.
Pictures to follow.
I mean boy.
Pictures to follow.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The Ultimate Honor
I just received a post from someone in our community. An amazing woman who wants to learn more about Yiddishkeit, and has been dreaming of getting a Jewish name for herself and her daughter.
Anyway, this past week she was in Rostov, and went to the Shul and got a Jewish name. Her daughter, an 11-year-old also wanted a Jewish name, and she asked her which one.
Without hesitating, she answered, "Chaya Mushka", like our Rabbanit.
So Chayale has someone named after her already.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Boxes
Sometimes the Rebbe wants you to know that you are where he sent you for life.
About a month before we left for Russia, back when we were young and innocent, we sent half our boxes of clothes and food by ship through a guy named 'Bill', expecting to receive them about 48 minutes after we arrived.
We landed in Russia, and found out that they had closed their borders to anything shipped, which meant we were stuck with what we had brought.
This lasted for months and months, and we had in a sense given up, though occassionally we would call Bill to ask him the latest update ("they are in storage in Poland").
About 2 weeks before we left, he told us that Russia had just opened its borders.
Anyway, THE NIGHT BEFORE WE LEFT, as though to say, "don't think you guys can stay in Canada forever," our boxes arrived. 20 of them.
Now we have to send the rest of them. Most are Sefarim which we can't get there otherwise.
About a month before we left for Russia, back when we were young and innocent, we sent half our boxes of clothes and food by ship through a guy named 'Bill', expecting to receive them about 48 minutes after we arrived.
We landed in Russia, and found out that they had closed their borders to anything shipped, which meant we were stuck with what we had brought.
This lasted for months and months, and we had in a sense given up, though occassionally we would call Bill to ask him the latest update ("they are in storage in Poland").
About 2 weeks before we left, he told us that Russia had just opened its borders.
Anyway, THE NIGHT BEFORE WE LEFT, as though to say, "don't think you guys can stay in Canada forever," our boxes arrived. 20 of them.
Now we have to send the rest of them. Most are Sefarim which we can't get there otherwise.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
No posting for a while
Sorry about the lack of posts, but what is there to write about when you are in Canada?
Aside from the fact that we have been astounded at the amount of kosher food available, and have definitely gained a few pounds each eating at pizza pita or Ernie's and Ellies, there is not much to write about.
I did just return from Toronto, where I went on a small fundraising trip, which turned out OK. I didn't raise much, but I did get to reconnect with some friends and relatives.
A funny fundraising story: I visited someone, showed him our pictures and what we do, and spoke to him for an hour. It was alot of fun, but at the end he told me he was retired and could only afford to give me a post-dated 18 dollar check.
I found it very funny. I thanked him, and the truth is, he DID give it with all his heart.
Anyway, we opened a paypal account, and also figured out that if someone would like to donate 18 dollars a month or something like that, it can now be done. We can even organize American receipts. Just contact me at rabbizvi44@yahoo.com
Also, we are still looking for the following sponsorships:
Tefillin for Igor Lerner - $100 (Tefillin bank covers the rest)
Box of Sefarim shipped to Stavropol - $180
Paroches for Aron Kodesh - (don't know yet exactly how much)
A week and a half to D-day.
Aside from the fact that we have been astounded at the amount of kosher food available, and have definitely gained a few pounds each eating at pizza pita or Ernie's and Ellies, there is not much to write about.
I did just return from Toronto, where I went on a small fundraising trip, which turned out OK. I didn't raise much, but I did get to reconnect with some friends and relatives.
A funny fundraising story: I visited someone, showed him our pictures and what we do, and spoke to him for an hour. It was alot of fun, but at the end he told me he was retired and could only afford to give me a post-dated 18 dollar check.
I found it very funny. I thanked him, and the truth is, he DID give it with all his heart.
Anyway, we opened a paypal account, and also figured out that if someone would like to donate 18 dollars a month or something like that, it can now be done. We can even organize American receipts. Just contact me at rabbizvi44@yahoo.com
Also, we are still looking for the following sponsorships:
Tefillin for Igor Lerner - $100 (Tefillin bank covers the rest)
Box of Sefarim shipped to Stavropol - $180
Paroches for Aron Kodesh - (don't know yet exactly how much)
A week and a half to D-day.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Benny makes headlines again
I guess Benny is gonna be a scribe.
From the new york daily news.
Girls from the Beth Rivka School in Crown Heights watch over the shoulder of Rabbi Benny Hershcovich as he demonstrates the ancient art of making a Torah scroll at the Jewish Children’s Museum.
In this age of high-speed Internet connections, iPods and HDTVs, the Jewish Children's Museum is inviting the public to step back in time - and learn about the ancient process of making Torah scrolls.
It's a painstaking process that began more than 3,000 years ago with the giving of the Ten Commandments. The process has been handed down through generations, with specially trained scribes taking about a year to handwrite the books of Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy.
"This is the holiest book for the Jewish people," Rabbi Benny Hershcovich told girls from the Beth Rivka School in Crown Heights last week during a scroll-making demonstration.
Hershcovich, 23, is being tutored to become a scribe.
"I haven't done any writing yet," said Hershcovich, who came to Crown Heights from Montreal 18 months ago. "Right now I'm studying the rules about how the letters are made."
Together the five books contain 304,805 individual letters, written on more than 80 parchments made from kosher animal skins. Scribes use freshly made black ink and quills from the feathers of a kosher bird, such as a goose.
Once the scroll is completed it is stitched together with threads made from the veins of kosher animals, such as deer.
"Eeeeew!" some of the girls from Beth Rivka exclaimed when they found out the threads Hershcovich let them hold were once deer veins.
But there were lots of giggles as the girls passed around white goose feathers that could be used to make quills.
"We wouldn't use a pen," Hershcovich explained, "because it would make holes in the parchment, which would make it unfit."
Goldie Gross, 10, a fifth-grader at Beth Rivka, said Hershcovich's demonstration was "really cool."
Nachama Heller, also 10, said she would tell her brothers and sisters about what she had learned.
Esther Wilhelm, the assistant principal and a teacher at Beth Rivka, said her students attend synagogue every Saturday.
"After praying, they hear the weekly portion [of scripture] read from the Torah scroll. Now, after seeing how it's made, I think they'll have a better understanding and a better feeling for what they're hearing," Wilhelm said.
The museum is hosting the demonstration so the general public also can get a better understanding, said Rabbi Zev Steinhauser, a museum spokesman.
"We want to share these rich customs and traditions," Steinhauser said
Article is here
http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/brooklyn/2008/01/29/2008-01-29_students_the_art_of_torah_scribe.html
From the new york daily news.
Girls from the Beth Rivka School in Crown Heights watch over the shoulder of Rabbi Benny Hershcovich as he demonstrates the ancient art of making a Torah scroll at the Jewish Children’s Museum.
In this age of high-speed Internet connections, iPods and HDTVs, the Jewish Children's Museum is inviting the public to step back in time - and learn about the ancient process of making Torah scrolls.
It's a painstaking process that began more than 3,000 years ago with the giving of the Ten Commandments. The process has been handed down through generations, with specially trained scribes taking about a year to handwrite the books of Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy.
"This is the holiest book for the Jewish people," Rabbi Benny Hershcovich told girls from the Beth Rivka School in Crown Heights last week during a scroll-making demonstration.
Hershcovich, 23, is being tutored to become a scribe.
"I haven't done any writing yet," said Hershcovich, who came to Crown Heights from Montreal 18 months ago. "Right now I'm studying the rules about how the letters are made."
Together the five books contain 304,805 individual letters, written on more than 80 parchments made from kosher animal skins. Scribes use freshly made black ink and quills from the feathers of a kosher bird, such as a goose.
Once the scroll is completed it is stitched together with threads made from the veins of kosher animals, such as deer.
"Eeeeew!" some of the girls from Beth Rivka exclaimed when they found out the threads Hershcovich let them hold were once deer veins.
But there were lots of giggles as the girls passed around white goose feathers that could be used to make quills.
"We wouldn't use a pen," Hershcovich explained, "because it would make holes in the parchment, which would make it unfit."
Goldie Gross, 10, a fifth-grader at Beth Rivka, said Hershcovich's demonstration was "really cool."
Nachama Heller, also 10, said she would tell her brothers and sisters about what she had learned.
Esther Wilhelm, the assistant principal and a teacher at Beth Rivka, said her students attend synagogue every Saturday.
"After praying, they hear the weekly portion [of scripture] read from the Torah scroll. Now, after seeing how it's made, I think they'll have a better understanding and a better feeling for what they're hearing," Wilhelm said.
The museum is hosting the demonstration so the general public also can get a better understanding, said Rabbi Zev Steinhauser, a museum spokesman.
"We want to share these rich customs and traditions," Steinhauser said
Article is here
http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/brooklyn/2008/01/29/2008-01-29_students_the_art_of_torah_scribe.html
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Benny in a promotional video
I love how he types with one finger. My little brazzer is becoming famous. Please everyone send him innocent emails and phone calls telling him to move to Cherkessk (Cerkassia) on Shlichus.
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