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 […]
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In April of 1951, I returned to the United States after a six-year stint in Europe. I had served as a U.S. Army chaplain in Germany and Austria and then as the chief emigration officer for the Joint Distribution Committee in Italy.
Just last week, my family returned from seven days at Camp Ramah in Ojai, CA, where I served as Camp Rabbi. What makes me most sad to have left was not my own experience, but that of my family.
On the top of a mountain in the most southern region of Israel, near Eilat, over forty 11th and 12th graders from the United States and Canada stood in awe, gaping at their surroundings.
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.
Michael Dittelman and Michelle Cole Dittelman met in 1993. Mike attended Camp Ramah Berkshires and Michelle attended Camp Ramah in California. They were married in 2000.
Hi, my name is Mitch Paschen and I’m autistic. No, I don’t stare at the wall for hours without saying anything, but I do have most of the U.S. Atlas memorized.
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.
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.