When I was growing up, I thought that God lived at Camp Ramah. Ramah was my first experience praying every morning, and later three times a day, and in the quiet moments of the Amidah, I discovered that I could talk to God.
It has been five years since my last Ramah summer (when I worked on tzevet at Camp Ramah Darom in 2010), but at the Reshet Ramah event, I quickly felt a strong connection with fellow alumni.
I was brought up in a small town in West Texas, with an even smaller Jewish community. In my day school class, there were eleven kids at our largest, but we usually had around nine students. My first summer at Ramah Darom, I was surprised when two of my bunkmates, both from Atlanta, had never […]
I grew up in a small Jewish community, and for the first time I was exposed to the religiosity of Ramah, which had a huge impact on my life. Our counselors spoke mostly Hebrew to us, and it was great. I learned so much from this experience, which sustained me throughout my life.
I raised four children in Mobile, a small southern town, and luckily they all married Jews. But with the intermarriage rate at over 50%, I was concerned for my eight grandchildren and Jewish children all over America.
Before I arrived at Ramah Darom, I was very disconnected from the world of religion. Although my mother grew up in a religious home, I never personally related to the religious aspects of Judaism.
At the time of this interview, David Baum was a fourth-year rabbinical student at The Jewish Theological Seminary ( JTS) and was spending his ninth summer at Camp Ramah Darom. As a freshman at the University of Florida in the late 1990s, never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would pursue a […]
With every rocky step we took, the sun beat less and less miserably against our backpack laden teenage shoulders. The mountains grew against the sinking ball of light, and darkness blanketed every inch of the cooling desert floor.