Showing posts with label Congregation Beth El. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Congregation Beth El. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Remembering Rick Schwag

A long-time member of Congregation Beth El, Rick Schwag z"l died after sundown on September 18, 2023. I'm sorry that my husband David Kanell z"l cannot be one to talk about Rick's many contributions to the Jewish community in Vermont. As a subscriber to the New York Times, I was able to access this article on one of those contributions, from July 5, 1987—please click on the image to read it:



Saturday, February 4, 2023

"Toll on Call": The Seven Days article on Dr. David Toll, from November 14, 2012

 Dr. Toll's obituary (appended below) missed quite a few details that this 2012 article includes. A child and grandchild of Jewish immigrants, Dr. Toll was a long-time member of Congregation Beth El in St. Johnsbury, Vermont.






 

Dr. David Toll: A Beloved Country Physican, by Amy Ash Nixon, Caledonian-Record, December 128, 2018

 

DANVILLE — A visit to Dr. David Toll’s pediatric practice was like a step back in time.

If a child was sick, you were instructed to come right in, and often Dr. Toll himself would take the phone call and talk to the child’s parent to find out what the concern was.

He had a laboratory upstairs in his building, so getting a strep test, or bloodwork done was fast and he had the results almost immediately.

Dr. Toll’s office was Norman Rockwell-esque, vintage Fairbanks scales in the patient rooms, his office itself a converted Main Street white wooden house, with toys for the kids and magazines for the parents on tables.

He was known for never turning anyone away for inability to pay.

The death of Dr. Toll, 93, over the weekend, caused many in Vermont’s rural Northeast Kingdom to offer their condolences to his family, and to share stories of what the region’s most treasured pediatrician meant to them, their children, and their lives here.

“The Kingdom has lost a friend,” shared Darcie McCann on behalf of the NEK Chamber of Commerce. “We have lost Dr. Toll.”

McCann said, “Medical professionals like Dr. Toll came from a different era, one we will never see again. It was not just the longevity of his practice but how he put his heart and soul into the tens of thousands he treated during his decades of service. Being a doctor was not just a profession to him; it was a calling. His life was truly extraordinary on how many lives he touched in his own long life.”

Sue Willey of Kirby shared, “I had a trusting love for this wonderful friend and doctor. Shared my family with him from day one of Tracy’s life (50 years ago), then Christy for 17 years and Dallas’s into college even … So so sad … love to his family and his office staff that made every visit with him pleasant. Took the girls in once when they were covered with red spots and Dr. Toll entered the room took a look from across the room, announced ‘Your cats have fleas!’ followed by a few helpful suggestions about flea terminating and grinning left the room.”

Dr. Tim Thompson of Kirby, now retired, arrived in the Northeast Kingdom in 1973 and knew Dr. Toll for many years.

The three tenants which Dr. William Osler, remembered in history for being the father of modern medicine, are what Dr. Thompson pointed to in remembering Dr. Toll and his care of children in the Northeast Kingdom – availability, affability and ability.

“David had plenty of ability, and that’s not to make it the last one, but he was amazing at being available to his patients. He had people coming from all over the Northeast Kingdom and New Hampshire to see him. It was a great testimony to his persistence, to his ability to convince people he could really take care of them. He was just a wonderful doctor here for a very long time.”

Dr. Thompson continued, “His interest was in really making sure that kids had access to care, and it’s amazing that he did that as a single practitioner. St. Johnsbury was a pretty interesting place (to choose to practice in.)”

Of Dr. Toll practicing until his 90th birthday, Dr. Thompson said, “David didn’t know what else to do. He wanted to continue being a doctor and it was really important to him. His patients were very dear to him. He was sick once and I put him in the hospital and he said, ‘I’ve got to go take care of my two patients first,’ and he went to discharge them. I couldn’t stop him.”

Dr. Thompson said Dr. Toll’s wife, Bridget “took great care of him, she was a great wife and a great caregiver.” Running a medical practice as the sole practitioner for so many years is a huge commitment and “Bridget gets a lot of credit,” for being at his side, he said.

Dr. Thompson said Dr. Toll’s work here and reputation was “why a lot of people were willing to stay here,” and make their careers in St. Johnsbury.

People adored him, and trusted him with the care of their children, he said.

He said, “David was the standard here for pediatrics … I think everybody respected his persistence and his capacity to be able to deliver care.”

Paul Bengtson, the recently retired CEO of Northeastern Vermont Regional Hospital, worked with Dr. Toll for many years. “I worked with him as a board member and sometimes president of the medical staff,” said Bengtson. “I worked with him actively for more than 30 years. He always had a very active intellect, which personally I enjoyed. He wasn’t particularly enamored of administrators, but I could roll with that because I actually could understand his point of view a lot of times.”

“He had a very long and I would say vibrant and interesting career. He enjoyed a huge following, almost like I’d never seen as a medical professional. He was a very smart diagnostician,” said Bengtson. “A lot of people would approach him I guess around the region for his ability to diagnose, particularly conditions with children.”

Bengtson said, “He is one of those people who was a legend - and he was a legend in his own time. He leaves behind a very nice, large extended family. He was very aware and smart culturally, too. One of the things I enjoyed about him was his enjoyment of classical music.” Dr. Toll also was a reader of The Book of Ecclesiastes, and he and Bengtson would discuss things from it, he said. “He knew The Book of Ecclesiastes very well,” said Bengtson. “He made many references to it.”

Toll continued to see some patients well into adulthood – even their 50s, said Bengtson.

Holly Blair of Kirby on Monday said her mother, Merrillee Blair, worked as a lab tech for Dr. Toll in the years prior to his retirement.

“He was my doctor from birth until he retired when I was 33,” said Blair, now 35. “He was such a great man … I have a million fond memories of him – which is something to be said considering I do not typically like doctors and have been sick a lot over the years. Dr Toll saw me through everything from routine childhood illness of strep throats and stomach bugs to more complicated situations like hospitalizations … (he) probably saved my life several times.”

“The world has lost so much with his passing and we were so lucky for the many years of service he gave to so many,” said Blair.

Carrie Peters of Groton on Monday said Dr. Toll took care of her four children, Torie, 22, Shelby, 21, Wyatt, who died at 15, and Luke, 12.

“When I was pregnant with Torie I was trying to decide on a pediatrician and I thought it would be neat to go to the same doctor as my husband had,” she said. “So that started our journey. Things were pretty uneventful with my girls but when my son Wyatt was born with special needs then there was lots of visits to Dr. Toll and lots of questions. Wyatt was born with Microcephaly and had all sorts of neurological problems.”

“Of course we spent lots of time at Dartmouth, but it was Dr. Toll who when I asked him how long did he think Wyatt would live to be told me ‘a teenager,’ that Wyatt’s brain would not be able to keep up with his body’s needs,” Peters said. “Oddly enough the specialists at DHMC told me many different answers – from as long as 50-60 years old to Wyatt will just keep getting pneumonia and die. In August of 2015 Wyatt passed away peacefully at 15 years old, exactly how Dr. Toll predicted, not multiple pneumonia’s, just peacefully at home with us. It still amazes me today how he knew this. And Dr. Toll and Bridget coming to Wyatt’s funeral and coming over and hugging me meant the world to me and I will never forget that.”

When her son Luke was about 5 and was admiring the sailboat pictures on Dr. Toll’s office wall, Dr. Toll invited him on a 3-day sailing trip, which Luke went home and packed for, said Peters.

Peters said, “There are many stories about how he fit us in any day no matter how busy his schedule was,” said Peters, who said she still misses his ability to diagnose what is going on with her children. “I always knew I could call, get in, and that Dr. Toll would take great care of my children.”

A celebration of life service for Dr. Toll will be held at The Creamery Restaurant in Danville from 1-4 p.m. on Friday.

 


Sunday, January 29, 2023

The Lyndonville Jewish Cemetery Controversy, and the St. Johnsbury Relief: Congregation Beth El

My husband Dave Kanell (1952-2019) used to talk about "institutional memory": the capacity for an organization to know and understand its past. In many ways, Dave tried to BE that set of memories for Congregation Beth El in St. Johnsbury. 

Recently I realized that the history of the Jewish burial area at Mt. Pleasant Cemetery had faded from most people around me. Dave is no longer here to tell the story, but I think these documents speak well to what happened and the flaring emotions around it.














From the Memories File: Congregation Beth El

Between us, Dave and I kept many scraps of paper, photos, cards, from our years as part of Congregation Beth El in St. Johnsbury. Dave probably first stepped into the sanctuary in 1970 and committed right away to leading in every way he could; I arrived on his arm in 2002. 

Here are some of our treasures.

Ben and Rosalie Harris shared this on their 50th wedding anniversary.


The other side of the invitation card.


Three long-term presidents of the congregation: from left, Ben Harris, Al(fred) Zeller, and David Kanell.
Ladies in front: Phyllis Pegula Benoit, Gloria Caplan, Sheila Aronoff. Back row, Steve Dolgin, Harvey Caplan, Steve's sister Laura, Sid Nurenburg, Rayna Caplan.

Announcement of the service for Harvey Caplan's father Joseph Caplan -- may their names be for a blessing.



Tuesday, December 6, 2022

Photos from the History of Congregation Beth El, St Johnsbury, Vermont

Congregation Beth El used to meet in an upper floor of Luv's department store, across from today's Boxcar & Caboose in St. Johnsbury, Vt.


                                             From the Burlington Free Press, June 27, 1981.


Three long-term presidents of the congregation: from left, Ben Harris, Alfred Zeller, David Kanell.


                                            Art that hung in the entryway.


                                            

                            West Wall art by Chick Schwartz, on the west wall of the sanctuary.

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Rosalie Harris, Who Lived Life Well and With Commitment

 [Originally published in The Caledonian-Record.]


Rosalie Harris, a pillar of the St. Johnsbury community and a personal mentor to many individuals, died peacefully at her family home on July 17, 2021. Rosalie was 102.

Some reading this obituary may remember Rosalie fondly from her more active years, while others will never have heard of her, or of the impact that she and her husband Ben (1913-2014) had in the Northeast Kingdom for more than half a century. This is what happens when one reaches the age of 102.

Born and raised in Montreal, Rosalie learned early to establish strong interpersonal relationships of support and mentorship, becoming an anchor within her large extended family of cousins which, even today, gathers monthly for global video calls, reflecting the spirit of family and community that Rosalie spread. She studied, practiced and graduated as a Registered Nurse in 1940 from the Women’s General Hospital School of Nursing in Montreal, and received a certificate in First Aid to the Injured from the St. John Ambulance Association in 1941. Her nursing credentials were recognized by Vermont in 1962.

In October 1941 Rosalie met Ben Harris of St. Albans on a blind date and they were married three months later on their fifth “date,” in Montreal, beginning a 72-year marriage. After Ben’s military service, during which Rosalie worked for the Red Cross in Boston, Mass., the couple settled initially in Montpelier and then moved to St. Johnsbury in 1949 when Ben opened the local branch of his statewide business Nate’s, then Vermont’s Largest Men’s Clothier. From that time on, Rosalie committed herself fully to advancing the civic, religious, and cultural life of the NEK. Her public service record includes:

- Caledonia Home Health Care, President and founding member

- Northeast Kingdom Mental Health Services, Inc., member

- Congregation Beth El, Sisterhood President, Secretary and Teacher

- Community Concert Series, Secretary, Publicity Chair

- Northeastern Vermont Kingdom Concert Series, Board

- Methodist Church Fashion Show, narrator and fundraiser for the St. Johnsbury Community School

- Vermont Assembly of Home Health Agencies, Board of Directors

- American Red Cross Blood Bank, Technician

- Fairbanks Museum, Board member, Fellow, Director and Clerk of the Board

- Girl Scouts, Board of Directors

- St. Johnsbury Junior Woman’s Club, President and advocate for the pre-school polio vaccination clinics

- St. Johnsbury Woman’s Club, Member

- Northeastern Vermont Regional Hospital, Corporator, Trustee, Member of the Executive Board, Chair of the Policy and Procedures Committee, Library Staff Volunteer, Central Services Volunteer

- American Cancer Society, Vermont Division Secretary and Publicity Chair

- St. Johnsbury Youth Recreation Council, Member of the Board, Secretary

- Arlington School PTA, Secretary and representative to the public school Social Studies Curriculum Committee

- Kiwanis Club of St. Johnsbury, volunteer

- Northern Vermont University, Lyndon Campus, Foundation founding member, Visitors Board member

- Gilman Housing Trust, now RuralEdge, Board Member

- St. Johnsbury Athenaeum, Board Member

- Northeast Kingdom Chamber of Commerce, Trustee Emerita

- Profiled in the book “To Life! A Celebration of Vermont Jewish History”

Familiar to many through all of these activities and through her boundless optimism and positivity, Rosalie is perhaps best known to a generation in St. Johnsbury as the person who explained Jewish beliefs and traditions through her annual talks in the Sunday Schools of almost every church in town. Rosalie had a way of making Jewish traditions and beliefs accessible and understandable to non-Jews within the context of their own religions, breaking down the barriers which too often divide our communities. Rosalie continued her representation of the Jewish community as a guest at St. Johnsbury Academy graduation ceremonies where, for several years, she delivered the invocation and benediction.

In response to Rosalie and Ben’s commitment to building bridges between the Jewish and non-Jewish communities, their children endowed a Fund which sponsors annual programming in the NEK to share culture, arts and ideas across religions. Rosalie and Ben themselves endowed the Harris Prize at St. Johnsbury Academy and a Nursing Scholarship at Northern Vermont University, Lyndon Campus.

Rosalie’s tireless civic commitment was recognized with many honors including:

- David G. Rahr Community Service Award, with Ben, from the Vermont Community Foundation, 2009

- Community National Bank Community Service Award, with Ben, 2005

- Recognized by the Governor’s Commission on Volunteers, 1994

- St. Johnsbury Chamber of Commerce Citizen of the Year award, 1978

When not busy serving the community, Rosalie devoted her time to her immediate and extended family and to many hobbies and interests, including piano, embroidery, crocheting, knitting, calligraphy, and painting. She also sought and enjoyed conversations in Yiddish and French.

Rosalie is survived by her children Gertrude (Chips) Naparstek and her husband David of Boxboro, Mass.; Andrea Harris of Brighton, Mass.; and Bill Harris and his wife Marcia of Cambridge, Mass.; by grandchildren Mark Naparstek and his wife Ember of Las Vegas, Nev.; Sam Harris and his wife Miriam of Dedham, Mass.; and Jake Harris and his partner Rachel Slusky of Delray Beach, Fla. Rosalie’s beloved granddaughter Amy Sara Naparstek pre-deceased her in 1995. Great-grandchildren, Emerson and Zander Naparstek, live in Las Vegas, Nev.; and great-granddaughter Nora Harris lives in Dedham, Mass.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Amy Sara Naparstek Fund at Congregation Beth Elohim, 133 Prospect St., Acton, MA 01720; the Ben and Rosalie Harris Fund of Beth El Synagogue, PO Box 568, St. Johnsbury, VT 05819; or the Ben and Rosalie Harris Scholarship in Nursing, Northern Vermont University Lyndon Campus, 1001 College Rd., PO Box 919, Lyndonville, VT 05851.

Funeral services and interment were held at a private family ceremony at the Hebrew Holy Society Cemetery in South Burlington, Vt.

UPDATE:  A memorial service held on November 17, 2021, can be viewed HERE.

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

In the Jewish Section of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery: 5, Irene Silverman

Irene (Goldberg) Silverman, “Nanny,” Labor Day 1909–May 2002

 

Irene (Goldberg) Silverman

Irene Goldberg was born in Rochester, NY, on September 4, 1909. Her parents Morris and Leah Goldberg were immigrants to the US. Her son Sam Silverman recalls, “Mom grew up in the Bronx, with seven siblings, and they all worked, no college and not much money.” Irene dropped out of sixth grade and went right to work. Always comfortable in a group of people, she shared exuberance and love of a funny story. When Bob (born Reuven) Silverman noticed her, he actively pursued her. A carpenter and also the child of immigrant parents, he was considered a “good catch” and a “good provider,” essential in the harsh economic times of the cascading depressions. Although she claimed she married Bob for the security he’d provide, they clearly were deeply attached to each other. A person who “could never sit still,” Irene devoted herself to homemaking and her three children.
Sam and his mother Irene

 

When Irene’s son Sam was 12 years old, his mother began to work outside the home, at “The Sweater Joint.” Sam says, “She was profoundly popular.” His father drove Irene to work each day and collected her at the end of her work day, and then the two of them would cook dinner together. Sam enjoyed being his mother’s helper, and observing the contrast between his parents: His mother shone in family get-togethers, keeping the laughter and the conversation going, while his father was quiet and work-focused, as well as bright and self-taught. As a youth, Bob had been valedictorian of his high school and was offered a full scholarship to college, but opted instead to join his own father’s business, building skills and finally establishing his own carpentry business.

Irene loved gatherings ... (center, Alice with drum)

 

In the 1970s, Bob’s heart disease inspired the couple to move to Hallandale, Florida. Here too, Irene worked, all the way to age 88. Sadly, Bob died 23 years before Irene, so she spent her golden years without him. Sam and his wife Alice welcomed Irene’s visits to their home in Amherst, Massachusetts, then to their home in St. Johnsbury, Vermont. When visiting here, Irene took part with her usual enthusiasm in social events; Sam especially remembers when she took part in a 50th anniversary celebration for local synagogue leaders Rosalie and Ben Harris, held at Lyndon State College. “She joined right in, and danced with her walker!”

 

Sam went to Florida in 2001 when Irene had a mini stroke and seemed saddened and alone, and he brought her back to Vermont. When this visit turned out to be shorter than first envisioned, Sam took her to Florida again, where she almost immediately experienced a mini stroke. Concerned for his mother’s health, Sam arranged for the two of them to go right back to Vermont, where Irene spent the last nine months of her life.

 


Irene’s last big celebration was a bnei mitvah for one of Nancy Frank and Jay Abramson’s children, and Sam noticed that she seemed slow. The next morning he woke with a sense of something wrong, and found that his mother had collapsed. Emergency transport took them to the local hospital, where Sam held Irene’s hand for two hours until she passed.

 

“She was a favorite of my friends,” Sam recalls now. “She was very active her whole life, and she always fit right in.”

 

Her burial stone in the Jewish section of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery includes her grandmothering name of “Nanny,” a reminder of how much she enjoyed Sam and Alice’s sons. Sam was able to visit the site almost daily for ten years, before he and Alice moved to Montpelier, and he felt the connection to his mother continue through those years, along with reflections on what an active and joyful person she had been. “She survived on her winning personality,” Sam noted. Irene gave this joy of life as an enduring memory to her family.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[To read more local Jewish personal stories and history, browse the whole blog: https://jewsinvermont.blogspot.com]

Thursday, October 22, 2020

In the Jewish Section of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery: 2, Marc Schein

Craig (left) and Marc Schein, brothers.

There are only a few stones so far in the Jewish section of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery in St. Johnsbury, Vermont. It meant a lot to me to be able to choose this for my husband Dave Kanell's burial location. It seemed to me important to know more and share something about the others there. The following narrative was written with Marc Schein's brother Craig, who provided this photo.

Marc David Schein, 1958-2017

 

Marc Schein was born in Brooklyn, New York, on August 13, 1958, and grew up on Long Island. His parents David Schein and Geraldine Lou Braunstein Schein had also grown up in New York. He attended Hauppage High School and was very athletic, enjoying in what was then a rural area many opportunities for riding motorcycles and dirt bikes. His brother Craig recalled, “He would be doing jumps and spins, he just loved that!” In 1975, while Marc and Craig were teens, the family (which also had a daughter) moved to Florida.

 

A cheerful “jack of all trades,” Marc found a niche in the time-share real estate market. Although he was not religious, he carried his Jewish cultural heritage and thoroughly enjoyed bagels and lox.

 

Marc never visited Vermont, but his brother Craig, a doctor who lives in Peacham, Vermont, visited Marc once a year. On March 2, 2017, Craig took Marc out to lunch. Tragically, the next day, Marc suffered a fatal heart attack.

 

Faced with an immediate decision to make, Craig chose the Jewish segment of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery for his brother’s burial. It is a meaningful location for the Schein family here, active members of Congregation Beth El for many years, with three daughters called to the Torah at the local shul.

 

[To read more local Jewish personal stories and history, browse the whole blog: https://jewsinvermont.blogspot.com]

In the Jewish Section of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery: 1, Betsy Shulman


There are only a few stones so far in the Jewish section of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery in St. Johnsbury, Vermont. It meant a lot to me to be able to choose this for my husband Dave Kanell's burial location. It seemed to me important to know more and share something about the others there. The following narrative was written with Betsy Shulman's daughter Naomi, who provided this photo.


Betsy Shulman, 1934-2015

 

Elizabeth “Betsy” Emmet Leroy von Stackelberg was born in Munich, Germany, in 1934. Her parents were Curt Ernst Ferdinand Friedrich von Stackelberg (whose family came from the Baltic region) and Ellen Biddle, an American born and raised in New York City. Ellen and Curt divorced in 1941, and Ellen brought Betsy and her three brothers to the United States in 1946. 

 

Betsy attended Barnard College and married David Rothenberg, then Gail Chandler, with those marriages ending in divorce. Meanwhile, her mother Ellen had moved to Albany, Vermont, in 1960. As a young mother with twins to raise (Christopher and Julie Chandler), Betsy also moved to Vermont in the 1960s. 

 

Here Betsy met and married Alvin Shulman of Lyndonville. The two were both musicians: Alvin played violin and taught music at Lyndon State College, and Betsy played and taught piano, along with elementary school music. The couple’s two children, Naomi Shulman and Matthew Shulman, grew up in a strongly Jewish home. Betsy embraced Judaism actively at Beth El Synagogue, with her children. In 1980, Betsy added a formal conversion to her Jewish life, with her two young children accompanying her in the mikveh in Burlington. 

 

Betsy contributed greatly to the thriving community life of Congregation Beth El. When she joined, the group still held services in an upstairs room in downtown St. Johnsbury, over a department store, and then transitioned briefly to space at the local Catholic school. Her daughter Naomi recalls the exciting move of the congregation to its own structure on Hospital Drive, a building that Betsy's family helped bring to reality. In photos at the synagogue, several of them hold spades for the groundbreaking. Betsy also provided artwork made with liquid embroidery for the synagogue; the piece hung for decades at the top of the stairs in the shul.

 

Betsy and Alvin divorced in the mid 1980s. Years later, Betsy moved to western Massachusetts. She regularly attended services at Congregation B'nai Israel in Northampton and enjoyed her role as grandmother. When she died on November 9, 2015, her children agreed that the Northeast Kingdom would be the best location for burial, where her extended family still living in Vermont could visit the marker stone, and the Jewish community where she contributed so much could continue to enfold her.

[To read more local Jewish personal stories and history, browse the whole blog: https://jewsinvermont.blogspot.com]

Thursday, May 21, 2020

The Generous Life of June Solnit Sale

Aaron Solnit, MD, in his role at the Ammonoosuc Community Health Center
Aaron Solnit, a member and leader of Congregation Beth El in St. Johnsbury, Vermont, shared this reminiscence from his aunt June (née Solnit) Sale:

The present crisis [Covid-19 pandemic] and the need for medical personnel reminds me of another crisis that occurred in the 1940s. 
 
It was a time of another kind of war and many doctors and nurses were inducted into the medical corps of the army, navy and air corps, leaving hospitals in the U.S. without adequate, needed personnel. The Red Cross was given the challenge of recruiting and training citizens to provide help and back-up where it is was appropriate.
 
At that time, after the 4th election of FDR (in which I was heavily involved ) I decided to volunteer. Sam was still stationed at Minter Field, near Bakersfield, and although the sight of blood was something I tried to avoid, I decided that volunteering to be a Red Cross Nurse's Aide. It was a duty I could not turn down.
 
I was accepted for the training, along with nine other women, which was held at Kern County General Hospital. Our Trainer was a large, articulate nurse from Texas, who was clear with her instructions and her prejudices. I found myself uncomfortable with much of what she said, but happy to learn the do's and don'ts of providing much-needed services: how to bath a patient; how to assist the doctor; how to help with bed-pans, etc.
 
My moment of decision came when she told us that we didn't have to worry about bathing, or attending to patients of color (she did not use those terms). I spoke up saying things like “Doesn't every person deserve to be treated with dignity?” "What is this war being fought for?" etc. She would nod her head, roll her eyes, smile at me, as if I was some sort of nut, and continue her lecture. I talked to the recruiter about the Trainer's racism and got a smile and pat on the back.
 
I decided that I would proceed with the class and when I was finally given a schedule for work, I would ignore her racially repugnant directions. For a few months, that worked out: I treated all patients the same. Then our instructor came to review our work and she noted that I seemed to be more diligent with people of color than others. My reward was that she placed me on the prison ward where the injuries and illness were so difficult for me to face that I became ill.
 
Sam wanted me to quit. He was so kind and understanding, but me frequently throwing up ....well, you know...it wasn't pleasant. 
 
After a week or two, I was back to what was normal, and I decided to give semi-nursing another try. 
 
I talked to my recruiter and asked if I couldn't be placed at Mercy Hospital. She was not thrilled with the request, but since Mercy did need a few volunteers, she made arrangements for me to meet the nuns who were in charge of that part of the hospital. Our meeting was a wonderful relief for me. The nun in charge was sweet and kind...she welcomed me with open arms (we did not have to keep our distance then).
 
I stayed at Mercy until Sam went overseas (to Honolulu). When I came back to Los Angeles, I again volunteered and was placed at LA County Hospital in Boyle Heights. Unfortunately, I was placed in the Burn Ward......another time I would get home in time to throw up.
 
Finally (you are getting to the end of this confession), I asked if I could be placed at Children's Hospital since they were asking for volunteers. Ode to joy. I had found my place in the "war effort". I loved my work. I loved those sweet children. I loved the people I worked with. However, despite a happy ending of my "contribution" to the war effort, I now will do just about anything to stay away from hospitals...especially if they involve my health and welfare.

June was married to Sam Sale (the couple is pictured above, from some time in the 1990s), and they lived in Los Angeles. Here is Sam's obituary:

Samuel Sale II

March 23, 1921 - April 25, 2014 
 
Sam was born in St. Louis in 1921 and was the pride and joy of Julia and Frank Sale. He was the grandson of Samuel Sale, the first reform rabbi in St. Louis. He lived in many different places: Chicago, McAllen (Texas), Boston and Los Angeles, and in each of those places he made lasting friends. Sam went to Soldan High School in St. Louis and then to Wooster Academy for two years (because he graduated from high school at 15). After that it was on to his beloved UCLA, where he majored in business administration and became the sports editor of The Daily Bruin. It was there he met June and went on to become her constant support and lover until he died. In the forties, Sam volunteered for the Army Air Corps and was sent to Bakersfield's Minter Field where he became a navigation instructor. He then volunteered to go overseas and was sent to Honolulu to conduct classes for Air Force personnel on "Why We Fight". He returned to Los Angeles where he became the campaign manager for Gordon Williams for state assembly. After a disappointing loss, Sam joined his father-in-law, Ben Solnit, in the wholesale shoe business. They truly loved, admired and respected each other and Ben's death was a big blow to Sam. After many successful years in the shoe business, at 65 Sam decided that was not what he wanted to do with the rest of this life, so he concentrated on volunteering, sailing, handball, racketball at the "Y" and senior classes. He especially enjoyed going to the Pasadena Senior Center with his college classmate and dear friend, Lester Buhai. There, again, he made new and lasting friendships. Sam was a mensch who would get to know the stories of everyone he met. He was outgoing and full of fun, yet serious and concerned about those who were unable to fully participate in this rich world. He worried about the future for his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Climate change, discrimination and the many wars in which we have been engulfed were a constant worry. He has left a rich legacy for the world: June, his loving wife of more than 70 years, Laurie Sale and Norman Josephs, Nancy Sale and Bleu, and Josh Sale and Peggy Curran, Jorge Flores and Jill Teitelbaum, Aaron Flores and Jordanna Flores and great grand-children Luca, Maddox, Shira and Reuben Flores. He is also survived by his sister, Betsy Singer. The family wants to especially thank Jeffrey Medina, who has been his other son and caregiver for over three years, as well as Edgar Toletino and Alex Gueverra, who were with Sam to the very end. Services will be held at Hollywood Forever Cemetery at 6000 Santa Monica Boulevard at 1:00 p.m. on Sunday, April 27, with a reception to follow. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to Southern Poverty Law Center (splcenter.org), LA's BEST (labest.org), Stone Soup (stonesoupchildcare.org) or Court Appointed Special Advocates (casaforchildren.org). GO BRUINS!

[Published in the Los Angeles Times from Apr. 26 to Apr. 27, 2014.]
 
Aaron also provided a second set of June's recollections, in this article originally published in the Jewish Journal:
 
In November 1943, June Sale, a UCLA student, was part of a demonstration at Los Angeles Polytechnic High School against Gerald L.K. Smith, the most prominent anti-Semite of the time.

Listening to the speeches inside the auditorium, she recalled recently, “I became nauseated and teary. I decided to leave.  As I got to the foyer of the auditorium, a police officer arrested me, told me I was disturbing the meeting and walked me to the police paddy wagon.”

I learned of her long-ago bust in one of the emails she sends to friends, often writing of her anger over where President Donald Trump is taking the country. I was intrigued by the story of her arrest, and by the picture she included of herself talking to her lawyer before going on trial, which appeared in the now-defunct Los Angeles Daily News (the one that folded in 1954, not the current Woodland Hills-based newspaper). I wanted to know more. So my wife, Nancy, and I talked with her early in April over lunch at her home above Sunset Boulevard. We have been friends since we met June and her late husband, Sam, on Barbara Isenberg’s London theater tour several years ago.

As she told the story of her life, I saw that it reflected an almost forgotten era of Jewish Los Angeles, when anti-Semitism was rampant and a beleaguered Jewish community pondered how to fight it. “It was just something that happened to me over and over again,” she recalled of the anti-Semitism of her high school days in Pasadena.

June was born at White Memorial Hospital in Boyle Heights in 1924. Boyle Heights was then home to immigrants of many ethnicities and a hotbed of Jewish progressive politics.  Her parents, Ben and Bertha Solnit, were immigrants from a town on the Russian-Polish border. Ben learned the shoe business from the bottom up and grew prosperous. When their son was ill with bronchitis, his pediatrician advised them to move to a hotter, drier place. They chose Sierra Madre, near Pasadena, a center for right-wing politics and one of several communities riddled with anti Semitism.

Although Jews were among the founders of Los Angeles in the 19th century, Midwesterners who made the growing city a white Protestant conservative place soon outnumbered them. Restrictive covenants kept Jews — and African-Americans, Asians and Latinos — from some neighborhoods. Clubs would not admit Jews nor would fancy downtown law firms hire them.

In high school, June said, “all my friends who were not Jewish joined sororities and they were told not to talk to me.”   When she was elected president of a student YWCA group in junior high school, a vice principal said she could not accept the job because the group recited Christian prayers and Jews could not join them.

The Solnits wouldn’t take it. “I’m a better citizen then you’ll ever be,” Bertha Solnit told another school vice principal when he refused to permit June to use transfer credits to graduate and lectured Bertha on what he considered the citizenship obligations of immigrants. 

Their determination to fight anti-Semitism, as well as their liberal political views, put the Solnits firmly in the ranks of pro-labor, progressive Jews — usually immigrants or children of immigrants. They were at odds with more politically conservative Jews who wanted to get along with the city’s Republican powers and didn’t approve of the liberal activists’ confrontational tactics with anti-Semites. 

June accompanied her father to meetings of the Joint Anti-Fascist Refugee Committee, which was helping anti-Franco forces in the Spanish Civil War and campaigning to rescue Jews and other victims of Hitler. President Harry S. Truman’s Justice Department later blacklisted the committee, an action overturned by the Supreme Court.

“The grown-ups were passionate, worried and concerned,” June wrote of the meetings. “The discussions were often difficult for me to comprehend, but I do remember the point of the gatherings was to find ways to bring refugees from Spain and Europe to safety. [President Franklin] Roosevelt had turned away Jews trying to escape the Holocaust and refugees from Spain were not welcome here.”

Liberal outrage was intense when Gerald L.K. Smith spoke at Poly High in 1943. Sam and June had married and he was overseas with the Army Air Corps. June, still at UCLA, had been on a union picket line during a strike against the studios. Impressed with her demeanor, one of the strike captains, a man named Irving, asked her to join a labor-sponsored demonstration against Smith.

After her arrest, she said, “I was greeted in the paddy wagon by other ‘disturbers’ and we were whisked off to jail. The women were placed in cells with prostitutes who had been arrested. Irving had observed my arrest and soon came to my rescue. He was able to pay my bail and I was released early in the morning. Believing I would be the first person out of the dungeon, I took everyone’s phone number on a piece of toilet paper (the guard loaned us a pencil) so I could call a contact and tell what had happened.”

All of the charges were dismissed. “The police were required to identify us and they couldn’t,” she wrote in an email. “Strangely enough, we all looked quite different from the time we were arrested.”
She concluded her email about her arrest by saying, “You may ask why I bring this moment in my history up at this time. Well, I think we are headed for rough and difficult times as we face the Trump years. America First was a theme of the thirties, anti-Semitism is on the rise, the rich are getting richer, the middle class is disappearing and the poor are getting poorer. We must organize against this growing threat of ‘America First.’ ”

June graduated from UCLA. She and Sam raised a family and generously supported progressive causes, no matter how unpopular. She became a preschool teacher, started Los Angeles’ first Head Start program and was in charge of child care services at UCLA for 10 years. Then for 18 years, she was a court-appointed special advocate, going from court to court, home to home, looking after the welfare of some of the 35,000 children in the Los Angeles County foster care program.

“When you get old, gray and sleepless, you may find, as I do, that your memories of days gone by keep you company,” she wrote.

Her memories keep us company, too. The issues have changed. The immigrants are no longer Jewish refugees, but Latinos and those fleeing war-torn Muslim-majority nations. Episodes of anti-Semitism are increasing. But the challenges remain the same as they were when June Sale joined the picket line at Poly High.


BILL BOYARSKY is a columnist for the Jewish Journal, Truthdig and L.A. Observed, and the author of “Inventing L.A.: The Chandlers and Their Times” (Angel City Press).

It's intriguing that none of the preceding material mentions that June Solnit Sale was also an author. She was the lead author for The Working Parent's Handbook (1996), pictured here; contributed to Child Care and the Family (1984); and wrote Child Care Services: A Guide for Colleges and Universities (1993). With her daughter Laurie, she also wrote blog items on grandparenting.


 

Friday, October 11, 2019

History of the Jewish Community of the Northeast Kingdom, Vermont, 1971–2019: David Kanell

Photo by Darcie McCann.
With heartfelt thanks to Dr. Erica Andrus of the University of Vermont, here is the interview she recorded with David I. (Dave) Kanell on March 30, 2019. May his name be for a blessing.

Monday, July 15, 2019

Harvey Caplan (May his name be a blessing): Synagogue Leader, St Johnsbury

At the celebration of Harvey Caplan's life, there was little mention of his role in Congregation Beth El of St Johnsbury. Most people mentioned instead his joy in life, his escapades, his friendships. It was a very good celebration!

But we note here that Harvey also played a major role in the growth of Beth El from its first location upstairs over Love's Department Store in St. Johnsbury, with a few families, to its eventual strength of more than 60 families and its own shul, on Hospital Drive. Whether it was helping raise the enthusiasm to get the land and build the structure, or gathering the community to mark special events, or recruiting a painter, a carpenter, a plumber, from among the many he knew personally, Harvey was excited about connecting and making things happen. He also served as president of the congregation for some years, and with his wife Patty, gave in many ways toward the formation and maintenance of the community.

His obituary is shown here, rich with family stories. For reference, here are some dates that precede him: His father Joseph Robert Caplan was born in Tupper Lake, NY, in 1905, and died in St. Johnsbury in 1993; Harvey's mother, Rhoda (Klasky) Caplan, lived from 1912 to 1972. Joseph Caplan's parents were Moses Caplan (1872-1950) and Dora Feder (1878-1953). Dora's parents were Mikhail Feder (born and died in. Russia, 1841-1890) and Sarah Feder (born in Vilna in 1842, died in Philadelphis in 1930). Sarah's parents were Eliyahu and Yetta Feder.

It is good to be able to say of Harvey that the joy and laughter he shared live on in many.