Isaac Wamani | Nyack Isaac is the first son and the second of 12 children and is currently studying journalism at Kampala International University in Uganda. His two goals in life are to help other people either through philanthropy or social action and to be happy. His experience at the Ramah Day Camp in Nyack has truly changed […]
“Before my campers had even learned to tie their shoes, they had learned that boys rule and girls drool. I wanted them to know that they were more than cute. I wanted them to know that they were powerful. As we sat down to have ice cream and talk about the day, I asked one […]
“I have been a camp counselor for three summers, and it has taken me until now to realize that our campers are just as capable to teach us, as we are to teach them.” – Jesse Parsons, Nyack
“don’t just come to camp, but go the extra mile. Find what scares you and go for it. Challenge yourself to continuously learn and grow. Camp Ramah is a place that will support you in your journey and then you will feel like I feel: that Camp Ramah is my comfort zone.” – Alexis Mergruen, […]
Recently, my eldest son Omer, who lives in New York, called me. He told me with excitement that he had registered his daughter Ariel, my eldest grandchild, for Ramah Day Camp in Nyack for the coming summer. After I put the phone down, my mind drifted back to the summer of ’81, when I had […]
Ramah Nyack was and always will be my favorite place on earth. It taught me what a real community is, a community I’m lucky to be a part of.
Ramah Nyack has a tradition I term “sentimental popcorn.” On the last Shabbat of the summer, staff members pop up around the room and share meaningful moments and defining memories.
I began the working as a madricha at Ramah Nyack in the summer of 2005, in the Nevonim edah (rising fifth graders). I loved that the goal at camp was to educate our chanichim almost without them noticing that they were learning anything at all. We tried to infuse Judaism and ahavat Yisrael into everything […]
It was Friday night, June 29, 1956 — the first Shabbat of the first full summer of Camp Ramah in California. One hundred and fifty of us, probably dressed in white, sat nervously on benches in Kikkar Tziyyon, as that area of camp had been named, waiting for the kabbalat shabbat service to begin.
I was always interested in Jewish tradition from the time I was very young although I didn’t grow up in a halachically observant home. I was thrilled to go to Israel on the Ramah Community Program (part of Ramah Seminar) in 1970.