Archive for March, 2008
A Silversmith Restores Beloved Antique Candlesticks

Bubbe's candlesticks restored 

These gleaming, graceful candlesticks are absolutely not for sale.

They have no price.

They were made and purchased in Europe and my beloved Grandmother z”l brought them with her when she and her family traveled by ship across the Atlantic, as they came to start their new life of freedom in New York City.

The candlesticks were made between about 1880 and 1900 in Poland which was under under Czarist rule at that time. The family (and the candlesticks) were very lucky to get here.

On holidays, such as Passover, my grandmother used these tall candlesticks, which she placed on the long white lace tablecloth and they gleamed! She also had a shorter pair she used for each Shabbat, which my cousin now owns.

Over time, the silver had become so worn with use and many polishings that they needed the skill of a silversmith to restore the silver for more generations of enjoyment.

After a good deal of research, I found a silversmith that I could trust with this job. His shop is a narrow, grimy, old building, squeezed between larger old buildings just off of Times Square. Since New York is constantly renewing itself, you know as you step into the teeny space that functions as a “lobby” that within just a few years this will be torn down and a gleaming tower will stand on this spot.

His shop is a pleasant mess of work waiting to be done, being done, waiting to be picked up. They were ready to be taken home, as promised, in just a week. He did a splendid job.

Soon enough, the candlesticks will regain the more subtle, burnished look of use.

Purim and Good Friday Coincide

On March 18, 2008, Purim and Good Friday coincided, something that has not occurred since 1910 and will not happen again for about 75 years. On the happy, boisterous Jewish holiday of Purim, we celebrate how the courage of Queen Esther saved the Jewish people, complete with story-telling, masks, noisemakers and costumes.

On the Upper West West, we had both happy Purim celebrators, and solemn street processions, originating from local churches were in the streets carrying effigies, crucifixes and even a mock coffin.

We spend Purim eve in the wonderful, pleasant, unpretentious, chaos of Congregation Ansche Chesed. The service for young children was packed with families and many young Queen Esthers, Mordachais, kings and others like 5 year old Batman (who loved his costume and paraded back and forth in front of the young Esthers). The adult service had stranger costumes, and the “scotch club”  circulated offering shots. Fun!

The next day, Purim and Good Friday, I went with a friend to the historic Spanish and Portuguese Synagoguebut we learned that we had missed the morning service. The cantor, Rabbi Rohde, gave us the most generous Purim gift: he read the entire megillah (story of Esther) for us in a beautiful, historic side chapel. A friend of his and her young daughter joined us there. He did this for the four of us. What a generous and kind man! This congregation is always welcoming but this was extaordinary.

So, on this day, both traditions mixed easily and comfortably. In the difficult history of the past in Europe, Good Friday was often a day for attacks on Jews. My mother who was born in Poland, told us that on Good Friday they were not allowed outdoors by their parents in order to keep them safe. Thankfully, we live in quite a different world.

Queen Esther and Easter, names from an even older religious past of the ancient Earth Goddess of the mid-east, met and got along just fine on today’s the Upper West Side.

535 West End Avenue Photo and Update

535 West End Avenue

Many have seen the lovely artist’s rendering of 535 West End avenue as it appears in many ads and asked about a photo, so here it is: a photo of the actual construction site taken on March 19, 2008, which was a gray and very rainy day.

Notice the sign which says “21st Century Pre-War Residences”?  in New York’s housing market, “pre-war” usually means it was built before World War II, but clearly the builders of 535 West End mean to say something else by using this phrase.  Notice the people with umbrellas and peace signs? These are West Siders assembling for a silent solemn march to protest and mark the fifth anniversary of the war in Iraq. Makes one wonder what the builders know about wars…hmmm…

(See posting of January 17, 2008 for more about this building)

The protesters walked silently down Broadway from 86th Street and a few hundred protesters assembled at Verdi Square, at Broadway between 72nd and 73rd Street. It is a small triangular slip of a “square” and has a Carrara marble monument to the composer Verdi with his characters Falstaff, Leonora of La Forza del Destino, Aida, and Otello, some trees and bushes, and a long subway entrance structure.  Evening subway commuters arriving home in the rain, rushed past on their way home through the large crowd.

It was a silent, older and peaceful group, and the statue of Verdi was not toppled, of course. The great composer’s beautiful foray into the Middle East was some time ago and still sometimes features elephants but never trains.Verdi Square Protest

Twisted Spitzer or Former NY Governor Eliot Spitzer’s Hubris

When Eliot Spitzer decided to run for public office, he himself knew better than anyone could imagine, the best reason why he absolutely should not enter public service. He did so anyway.

Also, as an attorney and as a prosecutor, he must have known that when pimps and prostitutes are arrested, they cooperate with the authorities and give up the names of all of their contacts. Yet, he did this anyway.

He risked blackmail, legal charges, loosing family and public respect. Yet, he did this anyway.

How was able to receive security clearance?

He made New York State, and whoever was in charge of giving him security clearance, look as foolishly corrupt as New Jersey.

Hopefully, David A. Paterson will be a good governor.

“The Counterfeiter” and “Who Will Carry the Word?”

This weekend we saw Who Will Carry the Word ? by Charlotte Delbo performed at the Red Fern Theatre by a very dedicated and moving cast and the Oscar winning The Counterfeiter.

Both pose the question of what is moral behavior under the most extreme immoral conditions of a concentration camp during the Shoah (Holocaust).

Our society is so based on the individual, we tend to want to focus this question on an individual’s behavior and choices but what emerges in both works is how the sum of the behaviors of individual actions adds up to something much more than what any one person does. In The Counterfeiter, we are in the male barracks of the Nazi concentration camp, Sachsenhausen,  in the unique prisoner blocks dedicated to conterfeiting currency. *More on this camp and the specific barrack blocks later.

The lead character, Solly,  a Jewish counterfeiter, goes by his moral code: never be a rat even if you can’t stand the other guy, do anything to keep alive and help others stay alive. Adolf, the communist prisoner has a different code: don’t cooperate with the Nazis and sabotage the counterfeiting work, come what may and perhaps martyrdom is an honorable outcome. This code could easily enrage the Nazis to kill them all. The other inmates depicted just try to stay alive. 

In the end, both of these  points of view are needed by the group for moral and physical survival.

In this film, the “criminal” Solly is much more likable and much less frightening than the ”high-minded” Adolf. The Nazis are portrayed correctly as collectively dispicable, the worst of the worst, of course. Thankfully, there is no trace of any romanticizing  of them or of their motives. No individual action “overcomes” their collective guilt.

This excellent film is very worth seeing and deserves its award.

Who Will Carry the Word, was written by  Charlotte Delbo who was a survivor. The Red Fern Theatre Company partnered with the Remember the Women Institute for this production.

By contrast, we are in the women’s barracks of Auschwitz. These women do not have any skill such as counterfeiting, that they might be able to play for survival’s sake. They are trapped and helpless. Much of the overt dialog of the play involves the question of how to retain the will to live and whether to retain the will to live. What emerges is the way these women try to support and comfort each other. Again, the collective actions surpass any one individual’s action.

This was the first event on the Shoah I have attended in which much of the audience was young, and many probably were not Jewish. After the play, a camp survivor, Bronia Brandman, told her moving, harrowing, determined story of survival as a young pre-teen (and of becoming a teenager) and took questions afterwards. She was asked “Do you believe in God?” and replied with her family’s history which includes descent from illustrous Rabbis, and her love and devotion to Judaism and Jewish culture.

This was tremendously moving. She is an excellent soft-spoken  speaker, and a woman able to convey her experiences and emotions. She is a docent at the Museum of Jewish Heritage a Living Memorial to the Holocaust in Battery Park, New York City, and she speaks regularly to school groups. Some in the audience said that this was their first experience meeting an actual survivor.

The film, play and museum are all very, very worthwhile.

If you haven’t ever spoken with a survivor, try to do so before one can not do so any longer- time is running out as they age.

More on this camp and these specific barrack blocks: I will add  the fascinating experiences of  Remember the Women colleagues who visited the precise barracks depicted in the film.  I should receive the comments in a day or two.

Here are Bronia Brandman, Rochelle Saidel, and  the Red Fern Theatre’s, Melanie Williams and Emilie Miller.

Bronia, Rochelle, Melanie and Emilie

Photo courtesy of the Red Fern Theatre Company