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A Personal Bit of Stanton Street Shul Nostalgia
1952: We arrived, an immigrant family of five (our dad Max, mom Frieda, two boys 7 and 5, and Malka our baba aged ~77) having flown into NYC, LaGuardia International Airport from Frankfurt Germany. Our Papa, Muttie and Baba were all holocaust survivors.
We settled into a small apartment on Stanton Street in Manhattan. Our German accents always pronounced the street’s name as “Stenten” Street, and names like Orchard St. was pronounced “Ochid” Street. Within months, my first recollection of getting back to our traditional Jewish roots as a family was going to the Stanton Street Shul every Shabbat or Shabis, as we would call it. We weren’t exactly strictly orthodox, but there was no such thing as Conservative or Reform Jewry in those days, we were just Jews.
I remember being overwhelmed by the spiritual energy of that Shul. I also recall the Shul’s familiarity to what I naturally thought a Shul should look and smell like from attending our Shul in Frankfurt. I still recall the smell of the old siddurs (prayer books), the raised bema with its various wooden structures and benches that we sat in.
Now aged 70, recollecting my religious experiences during the Stanton Street Shul days brings back fond and positive childhood memories. Unfortunately, within a year’s time our family moved away from that Shul, to Queens, and I have not been back there since. Seeing this website and the heroic resurgence of that iconic Shul plus its relevance in becoming an historic landmark, instantly jarred my memory of childhood and an unexpected positive bit of my past. Vogelhn (talk) 17:14, 9 December 2014 (UTC)