In the early spring of 1992, my best friend Robbie and I were told by our parents that for some reason, they had decided to give us what they called a “gift.” Of course, Robbie and I spent the next few weeks trying to figure out why we were being punished.
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I have been to day school (9 years!), I am active at shul, I am part of the first ever class at the American Hebrew Academy (Jewish boarding school) in Greensboro, NC. However, most importantly, I am a part of a family that I will never forget.
This year I got up and I went to the land. Actually to more than one land but I did not leave my deep Ramah roots at home in Toronto. I am writing this because my Ramah experience has not been a typical one.
New campers know that Shabbat is part of Jewish life at camp. But they don’t yet know when Shabbat begins. Perhaps it begins Friday afternoon in the kikar, camp’s “town square,” when speakers start blasting music and campers and staff of all ages converge to dance to Israeli pop.
As you know, I have recently spent four months of my high school career in Israel on a program called Tichon Ramah Yerushalayim.
My name is David Block, I’m a partially blind journalist and documentary producer and I made two documentaries on blind athletes, which were on the Philadelphia PBS station WHYY TV 12 in Philadelphia.
This is the D’var Torah given by Lavi Brown of Dallas Texas, Machon camper at Ramah California, on Machon’s last shabbat as campers.
In the summer of 1996, our aidah celebrated its 25th Nivonim reunion. It was a Shabbat of wonder and grace, reminding us all of the power and importance which Ramah played in shaping our lives. I am grateful for the many friendships which continue up to ths day that are a result of my Ramah […]
We have always loved Brian and been proud of his accomplishments. We, as his family, never had the imagination, the skills and the courage to push him in new directions that Ramah seems to have done just by existing.
I’ve never quite been able to explain to non-Ramahniks why I wanted to return endlessly to a camp where I had to daven, go to Hebrew classes and sleep with more clothes on than most people wear to ski. I still miss it.