June 6th: B’midbar (continued) and Naso
THIS WEEK IN THE TORAH
Rabbi David E. Ostrich
B’midbar, the Book of Numbers, tells stories from our forty years of wandering bamidbar, in the wilderness. Though the wilderness experience has its own sense of isolation, our people live alone in a very large group. The Torah says 600,000, but the Midrash claims 2,500,000!
For many modern Jews, living “bamidbar/in the wilderness” or in Galut/the Diaspora means being one of a very few Jews in a predominantly non-Jewish place. We love the charms of small-town life, but being Jewish here is quite different from being Jewish in places like New York, Philadelphia, or Baltimore. We cling to our Jewishness and, with dedication and tenaciousness, seek to make a good Jewish life available here.
I was born and raised bamidbar, in a similar but smaller Galut Jewish community, and I have served most of my career in small congregations—my goal being to bring Jewish spirituality and knowledge to places where some may not expect it. It is, of course, a group effort, and one of the most gratifying things in my life is how the spirit of Sinai continues at Brit Shalom and in so many other tiny Jewish communities across the country.
This is one of the themes I explore in a dedicatory introduction for a Festschrift for Rabbi Dr. Mark Washofsky. A festschrift is a collection of scholarly papers done in honor of a great scholar, and I have been a part of putting together a festschrift for Dr. Washofsky, recently retired Professor of Jewish Law and Practice at the Hebrew Union College and my childhood friend. As we contemplate Jewish life b’midbar, I would like to share my introduction because it speaks to the perseverance and devotion of small-town Jewry.
Festschrift for Rabbi Dr. Mark Washofsky
Personal Introduction by Rabbi David E. Ostrich
Mark and I were raised in the small Jewish community of Lafayette, Louisiana. Jews had been settled there—in Cajun county—since before the Civil War. The synagogue, Temple Rodeph Sholom, was founded in 1869 when lots for a synagogue and a cemetery were given to the local Jewish community by former Governor Alexandre Mouton. My family had been in Lafayette since the late 1920s (and in the South since 1848).
Mark’s family moved from New Orleans to Lafayette when we were around seven. As is often the case when a new Jewish family moves to a small town, we were thrust together by our parents. My initial impression of Mark was good: he had an impressive baseball card collection and lots of comic books. Under Mark’s tutelage—he is six months older, I became a “DC Man” and learned about Superman, Batman, and all the DC superheroes. He also introduced me to Mad Magazine. This may sound like a whimsical reminiscence, but the fact is that Mad Magazine and the Washofsky household were significant in my intellectual development. The satire of the magazine touched on politics and the news and started us thinking cynically and analytically. As we talked about it all, his father, Ralph Washofsky, would often join us and guide our thinking. There was a wisdom in that household—and, in later years, a ping pong table. I learned a lot from Mark’s family.
Mr. Washofsky also guided us in learning about our Judaism. When the Washofsky’s moved to Lafayette, we did not have a rabbi. There had been a rabbi in Lafayette some twenty years before, but those were the days before the Rabbinic Pension Board, and, when he got old and sick—and then died, the congregation was “stuck” supporting him and then his widow. The financial obligation soured the congregation on professional leadership, and our worship services were led by members. Mr. Washofsky was one of these lay leaders. He also started us in Bar Mitzvah lessons and taught us more Hebrew than was the custom.
This extra Hebrew was controversial in our Classical Reform Temple: we had always said some prayers in Hebrew—Barchu, Shema, Mourner’s Kaddish, but they were very few. When he taught us the first line of Ve’ahavta and the first line of Avot and had us read them in Temple, more than a few eyebrows were raised.
You see, Mark’s parents, Sonia and Ralph Washofsky, and my parents, Bertha Jean and Nathan Ostrich, were among those who were interested in making Classical Reform “more traditional.” They all had experienced a wider range of Jewish practice and, together with a few other young families, they banded together to bring more vibrancy and traditionalism to our Temple. Though there is a tendency to ignore small town Jewish communities, these far-flung assemblies of Israelites have a tenacious love of Judaism and are intense in their efforts to keep Judaism alive and healthy. Our parents and their friends had such a love, and they devoted themselves to Jewish life. Indeed, both Mark and I are examples of the spirit of these small communities.
Among the changes our parents wrought was the hiring of a rabbi. In July of 1965, Henry Guttmann, a scion of a well-known Czechoslovakian/German rabbinic family, arrived in Lafayette just a few months before Mark’s Bar Mitzvah. Whereas Rabbi Guttmann’s brother, our teacher Dr. Alexander Guttmann, was rescued by the Hebrew Union College just before World War II, Henry and his wife, Irma, were not so lucky. They went through the horrors of the war in Europe and did not get to America until the late 1940s. Those traumas and then difficulties in adapting to the New World transformed a brilliant rabbinate in Germany to a succession of small, poorly paid positions.
Nonetheless, Rabbi Guttman breathed a new life into the “return to Tradition” that our parents wanted, and Mark and I were the beneficiaries of the spiritual connection to the old ways that Rabbi Guttmann brought to our small, isolated Jewish world.
As we look back on those days now, the “revolution” seems so trivial. The addition of a line or two of Hebrew or the wearing of a yarmulke seem insignificant now, but this change in Classical Reform Judaism was a big deal in Lafayette, Louisiana—as well as many other places. There were scars all around from the controversy our parents instigated.
In high school, both Mark and I participated in forensics—debate, oratory, and extemporaneous speaking, though for different high schools. We both achieved a modicum of success, but his crowning glory was going to Nationals in 1970 and placing Second in Radio Speaking. We were both active in youth group, with Mark serving as president of MoNILaTY—the Morgan City/New Iberia/Lafayette Temple Youth—in 1969-1970.
While Judaism was an important part of our lives, there was not much Hebrew. We knew our dozen or so Hebrew prayers, but the bulk of our worship at home and at youth group events was in English. Mark was always very, very smart, but who would imagine that he would blossom as a Hebrew scholar—taking to it during the HUC-JIR Year in Israel like the proverbial duck taking to water?
Over the last fifty years, Mark has brought all of these elements together—his fine and well-trained mind, a heart filled with the love of Judaism, an innate ability with Hebrew and Aramaic, a wide-ranging interest, excellent communication skills, and a prodigious work ethic—to create a body of knowledge, understanding, and teaching that have blessed our Tradition and our Movement profoundly.
Over the years, I have watched with great pride the development, contributions, and sterling successes of my childhood best friend, and that is why I have wanted to encourage this Festschrift honoring Rabbi Dr. Mark Washofsky, his work, and the spirit of small-town Judaism that sent us forth.
This is a personal story, but, with just a few name and date changes, it could be a story from other small Jewish communities—places like State College, Altoona, Lock Haven, McKeesport, Scranton, etc. In each place and over many years, our people have endeavored to keep God’s Voice at Siani reverberating in the world—and, in the words of Naso, “to put God’s Name on the Jewish People.” (Numbers 6.27).