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My 150th Story

Marsha Satisky-Gamerman

My story begins with Hebrew school.  I’ll never forget Hyman Saye, with his head of thick gray hair and foreboding presence.   I happily take responsibility for some of his gray. I loved those milk and cookies that lovable Mr Gorban distributed before my long trek upstairs to Nina Lederkramer, Molly Levine, Sarah Levine, Henry Hyman, and Mr. Shoubin.   All these people shaped me. Hebrew school was home, housing many of my favorite people, like Rabbi Goldman, who was like a grandfather to me. He will always be my rabbi.  I cherish the memory of Mildred showing me his private library shortly after he died. Yehuda Dickstein taught me there was so much more to learn about Judaism; in fact, there was layers and layers to explore. Cantor Salkov, enigmatic as he was, helped me choose the processional music for my wedding.  And gum chewing, steady, Stanley Minch was the definition of a mensch. All these strong influences connect me deeply to the synagogue I consider home.

Marsha Satisky-Gamerman

Mon, July 15 2024 9 Tammuz 5784