BOY SCOUTS 1962

ANDY HORNICK SENT THIS ONE:


The congregation sponsored an ecumenical scout troopin the '60's. The photo shows a number of the same boys who went on the UN trip.




Some IDs from Dennis Deutsch:
Front row, knealing: Ricky Ballon, David Winograd
Center row: x,x,x, Jay Friedlander, Jay Sher, Bobby Kaufman
Back row: Ira Goldfarb, Andy Hornick, x,x,x, Mr. Langer, x,x, Steven Willis

Dancing with the Stars?

Sharon Kaufman and Paul Bernstein at an Adath Israel "social". Wait - Ellen Gutman Cheneaux has a picture with the very same pose with Paul.

Steve Winograd, Bar Mitzvah

SUNNYSIDE FOOD CENTER

CHARLIE AND MARVIN KAUFMAN

In front of the original Sunnyside Food Center on Main Street.

There's a funny story that's been passed down through the family: My father, Charlie, was a very strong man, but short in stature. Four foot eleven. On a good day. The story goes that one day while working behind his butcher block, Jack Quint walked in with the very young Alan in his arms, pointed to my father, and said "see that? If you don't eat your food, you'll wind up looking like HIM". Then he turned and walked out. The end.

HONOR ROLL 1956

THIS SHOULD MAKE YOU SMILE

PASSAGES

LORRAINE KAUFMAN'S CONFIRMATION (1950?)
(my sister)

JERRY KAUFMAN'S BAR MITZVAH

(my cousin)

ARE YOU HERE?

CAN YOU NAME ANYONE IN THIS PICTURE? I think it was taken at the UN.
I found it in Sarah Kaufman's collection.

HADASSAH WOMEN

DONOR LUNCHEON, ADATH ISRAEL


1.
2. MRS. MAZUR
3. SARAH SCHLESSINGER
4. SARAH KAUFMAN
5. MILLIE HUTT
6. EDITH WEISS
7. LIL GUTMAN
8. PEARL WINOGRAD

When I was growing up I'd hear my mother (Pauline) and Sarah talk about going to Donor Luncheons. I had no idea what they were talking about, and was too shy to ask. The words struck me as funny. I actually thought it was one word - donaluncheon. I was probably in my 40's before I got it. Donaluncheon. Donor luncheon. I still think it sounds funny.

Random thoughts of THE CENTER, aka Congregation Adath Israel. Part 1.

Random thoughts of THE CENTER, aka Congregation Adath Israel. Part 1.

When my Aunt Sarah (Kaufman) celebrated her 90th birthday six years ago, there was an Oneg Shabbat in her honor. I hadn’t stepped foot inside Adath Israel in decades - my husband and I live in New York City, my family and friends were long gone from Woodbridge, and occasional visits to Aunt Sarah were the only reason for my trips back to the home town.

I’d kept an image in my mind’s eye of Adath Israel being a rather elegant space, with velvet covered seats, rich wood trim, and biblical stories depicted in the stained glass windows, inscribed with names of patrons whose generosity helped build the shul. On that Friday night the sanctuary was as full as it was on any Friday in the 50's, when I was there on a weekly basis. I recognized some faces, forgot some names. I felt the embrace of something so familiar, a tug at memories so distant.

My heart sank when I saw how shabby the sanctuary was - the carpet worn thin, the seat covers worn out, and the space surprisingly small. My first strange, impulsive thought was that if I were wealthy, I’d refurbish the entire building, restore it to the vibrant place that it was. Of course that was before I realized there was no one to do it for - that the days of its very existence were numbered. And anyhow, I would never be that wealthy.

So while toasting Aunt Sarah with a little plastic cup of sweet wine and a piece of sponge cake in hand, my thoughts wandered back to a place and time - growing up in a loving community, Hebrew school, services, Rabbi Newberger’s sermons that we kids never listened to, Mrs. Newberger teaching Sunday school, Bar Mitzvahs, Confirmations, Bat Mitzvahs, our mothers grating potatoes for latkes in the kitchen, Harold Wishna coaching basketball games, the musical extravaganzas, rummage sales and Purim carnivals, USY dances, USY camp, the original facade of the building, hanging out on the steps during Yiskor services, listening in on the gossip at Lee’s Hat Bar while picking out a new hat for The Holidays, and on and on.

The Center played as much a role in shaping me as anything did. It’s an experience I never tried to recreate in New York, but one I think I’ve longed for all my adult life. Each time one of the Woodbridge “kids” is lost - Marlyn Turner, Phil Shore - people who I didn’t really know well - I feel a deep sadness. So now that we “kids” are in our 50's,60's, 70's, our parents gone, or in their 80's or 90's, it would be nice to share memories, photos, ramblings. Maybe we can get something going here.

Sharon Kaufman, January 29, 2008