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Help Temple Emanuel in Beaumont, TX

by Am Shalom members Suzye and Steve Doblin

Temple Emanuel in Beaumont, Texas, was our congregation for fourteen years before we moved to Glenview and joined Am Shalom. We were both quite involved, participating actively in services, committees and leadership roles. 

The devastation caused by Hurricane Harvey was not only in Houston, but also reached Beaumont. The city was flooded and people could neither enter nor leave for several days. The city’s water pumps became inoperable, and even today there is no drinkable water in Beaumont other than what rescuers have been able to bring in. Thousands of people suffered significant damage to their homes and property, and many lost their homes and everything they owned.

Suzye has been in contact with Allison Getz, the president of Temple Emanuel. Unfortunately, Rabbi Joshua Taub recently had a stem cell transplant and is recovering from cancer. Several congregants, including senior families on fixed incomes, widows and a young family with a father sick with mesothelioma had substantial damage, lost everything and had to be evacuated. We know these people personally, which makes this even more difficult to bear.

President Getz believes that the greatest need is for gift cards, since the specific situations and needs are so varied. With that in mind, we are asking the Am Shalom community to help Temple Emanuel by contributing Target and/or Walmart gift cards. Any amount is appreciated. The gift cards can be dropped off at the Am Shalom office, or digital gift cards can be emailed to Suzye at, and she will make sure they get into the hands and inboxes of those that need them.

Thank you, in advance, for helping a temple community that means so much to us, and so much to our Reform Jewish community. If you have any questions, please feel free to call us at 847.834.0096.

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Brett Zaslavsky: Israel Advocate, Student, TV Binger

brett zaslavsky smallGlencoe native Brett Zaslavsky is headed to the University of Michigan this fall, but he took a detour to Jerusalem earlier this summer for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: a meeting with Prime Minister Netanyahu, thanks to his involvement with the American Jewish Committee's Leaders for Tomorrow program (that's him on the Prime Minister's right!). The discussion left a lasting impact on the incoming college student, who takes seriously his role of defending and supporting Israel on campus. Brett's spending part of his summer in Ann Arbor but he took a few moments to answer Am Shalom's Q&A.

1. How do you like to spend your time?

I’m a big TV guy—The West Wing and The Office have got to be my two favorites, so I’ve spent a lot of time watching and rewatching those shows. I’m also a huge fan of watching the news and reading biographies - George Stephanopoulos' All Too Human and Senator Al Franken's Giant of the Senate have got to be my two favorites. 

2. What is the best advice you ever received?

There’s a poem called the Desiderata that is, hands down, the most incredible advice I’ve ever read. Look it up — you won’t regret it. It’s a little lengthy (so heads up), but it talks about compassion for people, the importance of hard work and the value of confidence. I think it’s pretty awesome.

3. What is your favorite memory of religious school at Am Shalom?

The Purim Carnival was always a highlight, of course. Who doesn't love the Purim Carnival?

4. Got any advice for today’s religious school students?

Ask questions!  Religious school is a unique opportunity to challenge your beliefs, understand the principles of Judaism, and meet people you otherwise probably wouldn't. I know I wish I took advantage of it more, so if it's not too late – go for it. Also, if the opportunity arises to get confirmed - do it! I know I was initially only in it because my parents wanted me to do it, but I'm so glad I did. The discussions were fascinating and engaging, and I learned a lot about Judaism on a more sophisticated level. 

5. What is your favorite Jewish thing to do?

Breaking the fast every year, no question. Quick shoutout to my mom - best sweet potato casserole in the state. I'll defend that any day. 



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Catching Up with Our Refugee Family

kidsatschoolconferencesWednesday was parent teacher conferences for Lamis and Yousef. Both children work with an English Language Learner (ELL) aide, who led the conferences. 

Lamis’ aide couldn’t say enough wonderful things about her – she is studious, well-behaved and contributes to class every day. Her aide has even decreased the amount of time that she works with Lamis outside of the classroom, since she’s already near the top of her class in math! She also shared that Lamis is making friends at school. 


yousefprojectYousef’s teacher and aide said that he’s eager to participate in class, though he sometimes becomes frustrated when he can’t express himself. Check out this project he worked on about elephants! Yousef is also doing great in math.

Aziz is very excited because he just received word that ORT is providing funds to train him on a new technical skill. He is looking forward to learning something new and the possibility of a new job.

Rokhash is an incredible cook (and Laura Horn can attest to this – she was invited to dinner!). She’s so good, in fact, that she’s contemplating going into business!

Have you joined Am Shalom’s Welcome Wagon? Click here to join our Facebook group and leave a message for the family!

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Am Shalom's Civil Rights Journey

civilrights4Just a couple of weeks ago, 32 of us from Am Shalom traveled to Atlanta, Selma, Birmingham, and Montgomery on a transformational journey led perfectly by Rabbi Steven Lowenstein and Cantor Andrea Rae Markowicz. We experienced not just the narratives of a history most of us had read about and some of us had lived firsthand, but also the soundtrack of a movement. From This Land is Your Land being sung by demonstrators in Atlanta's Hartsfield airport to If You Miss Me At the Back of the Bus to I Shall Not Be Moved to We Shall Overcome, we sang and sang and sang. We joined Bishop Calvin Wallace Woods, Sr. in song, an 83-year-old Civil Rights pioneer and pastor, as we chanted aloud in Freedom Park in view of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham (where young girls Addie, Cynthia, Carole, and Carol were killed in the infamous bombing). We joined congregants in song during a Rise Up Sunday service in the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta. We sang If I Had A Hammer, and Hiney Mah Tov on our bus. We sang out the pain of memory and the joy of enlightenment.

In Montgomery, we learned about the Southern Poverty Law Center. We stood across the street around a water fountain memorial that commemorated 40 events reflective of the trials, struggles, murders, legal cases, and successes of a few decades of our Civil Rights history.  We grew silent as we heard of the open spaces the memorial’s architect purposely left vacant to house unknown future events that will need to be added…  We spent quality time at Bryan Stevenson’s Equal Justice Initiative learning about how 25% of all people on Death Row live in Alabama, about their work on trying to improve prison conditions, about their efforts to exonerate wrongfully imprisoned Death Row inmates, about their work to change laws regarding the treatment of children who were being incarcerated in adult prisons, about their documentation of lynching in the south, and about their non-litigation work around issues of race and poverty.

civilrights11On the bus en route to the Rosa Parks Museum, we listened to Billie Holiday’s haunting Strange Fruit as we reflected and anticipated.  We learned the stories of Rosa Parks and the Montgomery Bus Boycott that went beyond the sound bytes many of us grew up reading about without truly understanding.

Welcomed warmly by Rabbi Elliot Stevens and by everyone at Congregation Beth Or, we sang, chanted, prayed, and learned together. We joined Cantor Andrea as she participated so beautifully in the congregation in which she had served years before as a student cantor. We shared dinner and stories as Rabbi Steve guided us through an inspiring evening. We embraced Shabbat as one community of friends.

The next day, we were on the road to Selma, now paved West 80, but just a dirt road during the time of the March. We quietly approached a place on the side of the highway.  We walked across the road to view Maya Lin’s 1991 memorial to Viola Liuzzo, the civil rights activist murdered by the Ku Klux Klan in 1965 for simply driving a black man from Montgomery to Selma.  On the somber bus ride to Selma, we listened to Joan Baez’s One Tin Soldier, to John Legend and Common’s Glory, to a video interview with Representative John Lewis.  We listened.

We arrived at Selma’s Mishkan Synagogue, which had been the spiritual home of one of our fellow travelers.  We heard his personal memories of the joys and the struggles of growing up in the congregation, and in Selma, during the height of unrest.  We asked questions.  And we listened.  And we prayed.

civilrights6We met Jo Ann Bland and heard her testimony of growing up in Selma as a young girl baffled by not being legally permitted to sit at the lunch counter in her town and ultimately joining her grandmother in activism.  She marched for voting rights.  And she marched across the Pettus Bridge on Bloody Sunday, on Turn-around Tuesday, and again two weeks later.  She shared details of her incarceration, of the beatings, of the terror.  And we all walked across the Pettus Bridge, imagining the horror and grateful to be together in those moments.

Ask any of us to tell you more.  Ask us to tell you about the Birmingham Civil Rights Museum.  Ask us to tell you about Bishop Woods sharing the details behind why Birmingham, originally called “The Magic City” was then dubbed “The Tragic City” and “Bombingham.”  Ask us to tell you about the fire hoses, about the dogs, about the children, about the attention finally paid.  Ask us how it felt to hear him say, “We had the ingredient of prayer.  People would pray until they got happy.”  Ask us to tell you about our late-night ride back to Atlanta, each of us looking back and wondering.

Ask us about our last day in Atlanta, about viewing the reflecting pool and tombs of Martin Luther King, Jr. and of Coretta Scott King.  Ask us about sitting in the small Ebenezer Baptist Church hearing Martin Luther King, Jr. speak in his own taped words.  Ask us about our participating with the gospel singers and musicians and preachers in a moving Sunday morning service at the larger across-the-street Ebenezer Baptist Church and about the sermon delivered by The Reverend Raphael G. Warnock, Ph.D.  And ask us about our stop at The Names Project, about the AIDS Quilt, about what we learned about civil rights and the politics, then and now, of AIDS in America.

civilrights8Ask us about this journey, and let us all be inspired to sing out, to shout out, to speak out with conviction and intentionality toward building a world of wholeness, compassion, and justice. And if you need a little lift, listen to 15-year-old Royce Mann sing out his poem just a few weeks ago at that same church in Atlanta. We are not in this alone.  

In Martin Luther King, Jr.’s words: 

            If you can’t fly, then run.

            If you can’t run, then walk.

            If you can’t walk, then crawl.

            But, whatever you do,

            You have to keep moving forward.


Contributed by Guest Blogger and Am Shalom Member, Kerry Leaf

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And the winner is...

Mazel tov to Patricia Weiss, whose 3-Day Brisket (aka "And I'm Not Even Jewish!") took first prize at our annual Brisket Cook-off! Here's the recipe, along with a note from the newly crowned brisketeer.

Some people say you can determine what old country Shtetl (a tiny village) you descend from by the ingredients in your brisket recipe. The onion soup Shtetl? The wine Shtetl? Or, the chili sauce Shtetl? My Shtetl was a small neighborhood pocket on Chicago's South Side known as Bridgeport/Brighton Park, home to the best Italian cooks from Northern and Southern Italy.

Of course, there was no chili sauce in old Russia, but it's the sweet and sour play of vinegar and sugar that makes this sauce special. And the best part? The schmutz (translated loosely from Yiddish as dirt), but in reality, all the good veggies and caramelized bits at the bottom of the pan. 

It's a simple recipe but ideally a three-day process of marinate, roast and re-heat. In a pinch, you can marinate in the  morning and roast in the late afternoon, but there's no hurrying perfection.


2 bottles of Bennet's chili sauce
1 cup apple cider vinegar
2 teaspoons Kosher salt (Note: Patricia uses two packets of Lipton dry onion soup mix rather than salt)
1/4 cup brown sugar
8 cloves garlic, minced
1 6 lb. first cut brisket
2 yellow onions, sliced
5 carrots, peeled and cut in coins
1 cup chopped celery with leaves
1 1/2 cups V-8 juice

Note: Ask your butcher to "score" the top side and bottom side of the brisket thus marking the angle to cut against the grain; the scoring also allows the marinade to reach deep into the roast.


Day 1

In a 4-cup measuring cup, combine chili sauce and vinegar. Mix in salt (or onion soup mix), brown sugar and garlic. Place meat in a large ovenproof casserole dish. Pour marinade over the brisket. Top brisket with onions, carrots and celery. Pour V-8 juice over meat, cover top of casserole with silver foil and refrigerate overnight.

Day 2

Preheat overn to 325F. Place covered casserole in the oven and roast for 3 hours, basting every half hour with the marinade. Remove foil and cook for an additional hour, basting every twenty minutes so the veggies don't dry out. 

Remove brisket from oven, cool and refrigerate.

Day 3

Remove brisket from refrigerator and skim off congealed fat. Slice meat thinly against the grain, and return to casserole and pan juices**. Cover and reheat in 325F oven.

**If you desire more "pan juices" - once the brisket is cut and ready to be reheated, pour 2 cups of beef stock over the brisket before reheating.


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#blessed - Pop-Up Shop

Throughout the month of October, the Am Shalom community brought in clothing for under-resourced families to "shop" during Parent Teacher Conferences in November. Laura Horn, Am Shalom's Assistant Executive Director, wrote the following note after the Am Shalom pop-up shop closed for the night:

I was on such a high last night when I left Andrew Cooke Magnet School that I wanted to share how the hours of hard work by members of our community made a difference. 

We started this project with more than 30 bags of clothing. We had over 40 linear feet of hanging items, all mixed together, including amazing men’s suits, even a tuxedo and some brand new dresses. How we were going to make sense of all this chaos left me feeling paralyzed, but as always some special people stepped up. Through their organizational skills (Susan Smith, Ellen Stafman & Ellin Blumenthal), lateral thinking (Barbara Dolinger) and creativity and hard work (Robin Plotkin and Bob Smith), we set up two rooms at Andrew Cooke that looked like boutiques and engaged families in a way that made all feel welcome. We didn't have any children's clothes to offer the families; instead, our two artists Jonathan Plotkin and Carol Kerman entertained the kids and made them feel so special.

At least half the items have already been taken and I’m certain the rest will be gone when we close this evening. But more than that, we heard or overheard how they would use these items: at a new job; for one man, a promotion at a new job (!); one woman needed a new size after losing 70 pounds; another was getting her first job in an office after being a housekeeper who wore a uniform for years; a woman who is now an aide at another school and wanted to wear “cooler” clothes. The most heartbreaking story for me was the father who said now he could go to his child’s concert without embarrassing his daughter. And later, we heard about a dad who cried to his child's second grade teacher because it was the first time in years he had anything new or nice for himself.

Another wonderful connection happened out of our work when the coordinator of Cradles to Crayons and Nan Heim, the school principal, learned about each other. The students at Andrew Cooke Magnet School will now receive packages of clothes as needed! How awesome that two of our beneficiaries will now be working together?

A district coordinator came by as well; she loved the “shop” and shyly asked if we might do this for an elementary school a few blocks away that is in much greater need.

Thanks to all of the wonderful volunteers and clothing contributors for extending the reach of Am Shalom to make the world a better place!

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First-Time Great-Grandma!

blessed GlassFelt so blessed when our first great-granddaughter was born on August 11, 2016. As a Holocaust survivor this is a very special blessing for our family. Her name is Isabel Sofia Glass.  

Submitted by Rodi Glass

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A Memory for a Lifetime

blessed ShonfeldMy dad is 85 and grew up in the Wrigleyville area. In 1945, when the Cubs were last in the World Series, my dad didn't have the ability to buy a ticket, running a newspaper route for spending money. Rather than listen to the game on the radio, he found his way inside the stadium to take in a World Series game (somehow getting past the gate attendants). 

71 years later, my dad and I went to see the Cubs clinch a World Series berth. My Dad was euphoric and we were able to truly enjoy the history being made together. Even though I strayed and became a Sox fan, we were able to truly be "in the moment" together and share a memory for a lifetime.

He is an incredible dad, stood by my mom every step of the way during a prolonged illness, and a grandfather that is incredibly close with all his grandkids, teaching great lessons along the way. We are all #blessed that he is in our lives and I feel blessed to have shared this great moment with him.

Submitted by Ken Shonfeld

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Happy Birthday Grampa!

When I power up my computer, I see today’s date, October 21st, and smile. Though he’s been gone for almost 20 years, today is my grandfather’s birthday. Grampa (technically spelled wrong, but right for us) would have been 114 years old today. By his definition though, the moment he’d have turned 114, he’d be “going on 115.” Grampa Irving always focused forward, no looking back for him. 

As his only granddaughter, I was always known as Honey Darling. My brother, of course, was his “Pal.” Grampa was engaged in everything we did—and it didn’t stop there. He paid close attention to the world around him, too. Were he alive today, he’d have flipped vigorously between this week’s debate and the various baseball games, eager to see them all—with a definite point of view on each. (Provided, of course, he could have worked the remote; handy he was not.) 

He did have enormous respect for education, educators, and the freedom to spend time learning, all traits he passed down to us with robust storytelling verve on a very regular basis. He thought, and rightly so, that having the chance to receive an education was the highest form of privilege and blessing—a gift never to be wasted. 

In 1919, Grampa was headed to college, a first for his family. He had been accepted to Wharton, but he never got there. His father died suddenly and he had to run the family’s chicken and egg store. Formal education no longer an option, he decided to learn wherever he went. This explains why he taught us to value our education; he lost his chance—and his father—in one swift move. His eyes would sparkle wistfully when he retold the story, always ending with a strong reminder to treasure each chance to learn and to look for the blessings of learning everywhere. 

#blessed? That hardly scratches the surface. He’d have thought this #blessed/Chai Challenge theme was all pretty wonderful, even if to him, # was an adding machine key or that funny button on the phone. I’m very blessed that Grampa is still teaching me, even now. I am also blessed to be able to share his stories and words of wisdom with our daughters, building rich memories, legacy, and instilling strong values. “Always do the right things, right, Honey Darling. You know. I know you do.” I do. 

Tonight, as I stand at the back of the sanctuary and put that little stone from Israel on that little ledge of Rabbi Steve’s, I’ll count the blessing of memory once again. While I’ll think of every family member memorialized on that back wall, tonight will mostly be Grampa’s night. After all, he did like top billing on his birthday. Nu?

Submitted by Randi Brill

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What Would Love Do?

Several years ago I wanted desperately to learn where within me forgiveness is born.  I wanted to know not where I find the courage to say I forgive, and sort of neutralize it, I wanted to actually forgive so that my heart had no memory to stop me from being love, without reservation, to this person. To everyone!  

Over these past 20 years, I’ve come to believe that we are manifestations of God in human form and that our life’s purpose is to be portals of God’s love as energy in our life. Anger, resentment, jealousy, do not fit into that knowing. Each of these feelings definitely disempowers me! I get tight physically and emotionally, and instead of living the moment and finding a response within that presence, I’m fighting an old battle in my head.  Alone! 

I took the problem into my prayer and meditation one day. And from within my breaking heart came this understanding:

At any given moment in time we are precisely that which we are. We are and can be no more nor can we be less. We are that which we are. Regardless of any other person’s observation of us, or perception that another option existed that I should/could have chosen, the fact of my choosing shows that to be my cumulative understanding at that moment in time.

Contemplating that truth, that we can only be that which we are at any given moment, is where I found forgiveness for others as well as for myself to be born.  And that understanding invites the knowing that from within the reality of our present limitation, infinite potential exists. And the act of creation itself, begins. 

Today, on Rosh Hashanah 5777, it is the acceptance of this indescribably glorious gift of our capacity to Be Love, day after day after day during our lives, that begs T'shuvah

For this gleaning of truth and beauty and love, and the question it has left me asking of each question I encounter, "What would love Do?" 

I am #Blessed.

Submitted by Michele Kellner. 



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