Spain

On South Beach Florida's Jewish Past Is Present

12/16/2008
Managing Editor

The elderly Jews are gone now, the ones who carried their  Yiddish cadences and stories of the rag trade and the Old Country with them down to the tip of Miami Beach. Throughout the ’50s and ’60s and ’70s and even into the ‘80s, they sat in rickety, rainbow-striped folding chairs on the warm sand, sweet Atlantic breezes tousling their white hair. Or they sat on the front porches of the many small Art Deco-style hotels and apartment buildings they called home in their autumn years, whiling away the hours in their Southern shtetl.

The ‘Genius’ Of Poetry

10/18/2007
Special To The Jewish Week

Poet, translator and publisher Peter Cole is among this year’s recipients of MacArthur Foundation fellowships, or genius awards, as they are popularly known. The no-strings-attached award, honoring creativity, includes a $500,000 stipend that is paid over five years.

A Little Sparkle For A Tough Year

12/22/2009

2009 has certainly been a memorable year of highs and lows:  From the inauguration of our first African-American president to a deepening recession that led to the highest level of unemployment in a generation; from the Yankees’ World Series win to the Madoff scandal losses. At the end of such a tumultuous year, I for one, plan to sit back and relax with a nice glass of wine. And times such as these, ideally, call for Champagne.

The God Of OMG!

01/26/2010
Special To The Jewish Week

Just before the December vacation, I challenged my class of seventh graders to keep count of how often the expression “OMG!” appears in text messages, Facebook postings, tweets, e-mails or other communications that they send and receive. When they returned in January, I was amazed — but not surprised — and what they reported: nearly 250 OMG!s were recorded among the dozen or so who participated. That’s over 20 OMG!s per person, or about two a day over the span of the vacation.

The God Of OMG!

01/28/2010
Special To The Jewish Week

Just before the December vacation, I challenged my class of seventh graders to keep count of how often the expression “OMG!” appears in text messages, Facebook postings, tweets, e-mails or other communications that they send and receive. When they returned in January, I was amazed — but not surprised — and what they reported: nearly 250 OMG!s were recorded among the dozen or so who participated. That’s over 20 OMG!s per person, or about two a day over the span of the vacation.

In Rambam’s Footsteps

12/08/2009
Born Uriah Rapoport in Minsk, my grandfather changed his last name to Harris when he immigrated to the United States in the late 1870s at the age of 9. I was told he stayed with the Harris family only for one night, but kept their name for the rest of his life. I have nothing against the name Harris, but “Rapoport” connects me to a past before my grandfather. I looked up the name. There were many distinguished Ashkenazi rabbis named “Rapoport” in Eastern Europe, even in Minsk. My great-grandfather was not one of them: he was in the lumber business.

Noa's New Arc

10/24/2003
Staff Writer
Achinoam Nini excused herself from a telephone interview to speak to her son, Ayehli. "Just a moment, mami," she told the 2-year-old, who had accompanied his mother to Spain for the last leg of a yearlong tour.   

Noa's New Arc

10/24/2003
Staff Writer
Achinoam Nini excused herself from a telephone interview to speak to her son, Ayehli. "Just a moment, mami," she told the 2-year-old, who had accompanied his mother to Spain for the last leg of a yearlong tour.   

Ladies (And Gentleman) Of Spain

06/20/2003
Staff Writer
With a bare midriff and gyrating hips, Sarah Aroeste performs jazz and rock blended into favorites from her Sephardic repertoire: songs like "Hija Mia" (The One I Want) and "Yo M'enamori" (Moon Trick).
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