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Alan Morris
z”l
December 3, 2009
Dear Fay, Amir, Ronit, Michal, Yael and all the family,
We have been friends for 50 years and, although we have only seen
each other at rare intervals, our friendship has lasted all this
time.
Alan has not had it easy and thus it affected all of you too, yet he
always did his best to reduce the burden on everyone else, always
tried to be cheerful and managed (with you, Fay) to raise a family
that he was proud of and all of you can be proud of.
We have been blessed to know Alan and all of you and to count you as
friends.
Alan will be greatly missed yet we feel comforted by the fact that
we know he made the most of every moment in his life and was always
surrounded by a loving family.
May the Lord comfort you among the mourners of Zion and may you know
no more sorrow.
Heather and Danny

SO VERY SORRY TO HEAR THIS.
Please pass my heartfelt condolences to Faye and the family.
May he rest in peace.
Frida Sheiner

Thank you for letting us know of Alan's passing.
I remember Alan as a great mefaked machane and madrich who was
always willing to listen to everyone and related to one and all with
a smile and a friendly manner.
A great loss to all of us.
Bish
Netanya.

Bob Shteinman
z”l
October 29, 2009

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I have fond memories of Bob. (yes, my
memory does go that far back) as one of nature's gentleman, and
areal "mensch, imbued with "hadari Betar". Please convey my sincere
sympathy to yourselves, family and friends on his passing. Best
wishes, - Peter Wagner
Bob Shteinman was a true
individual and a great character who has left a significant legacy to
the Sydney Jewish community and most especially the Zionist movement.
Bob will long be
remembered by the community for his involvement with the Betar youth
movement and his role as one of the founders of Masada College. The
very name of the school was his suggestion.
Bob was a very
charismatic man, and it seems that those from his generation, male or
female, cannot reminisce about him without mentioning his strikingly
handsome looks and charm.
Boris Lazarus Shteinman
was born in Harbin, China in 1929, the only child of Zinaida Hootoransky
- formerly of Chelyabinsk, Siberia - and Lazar Shteinman, originally of
Odessa, in the Ukraine. Lazar and Zina had independently relocated to
China from Russia following the Communist Revolution of 1917. When Bob
was six they moved to Tienstin where Lazar established a successful dry
goods store.
From an early age Bob’s
individual streak showed itself when he was expelled from Tienstin
Jewish School, apparently for brandishing a knife and threatening to do
certain things to a teacher named Nachman, who happened to be observing
from a doorway. (Many years later the adult Bob visited Mr Nachman in
America, taking care to make amends.) At Tientsin’s Catholic school,
Bob encountered some anti-semitism and so resolved to be the best
scripture student in the school. He eventually convinced his parents -
and the school - to be accepted back into the Tienstin Jewish School.
Bob’s life in China was
privileged but also adventurous. The cinema was a beloved pastime, but
more profound was the Jewish youth movement. Betar played a central role
in the life of the Jewish youth in Tienstin and particular in Bob’s
life. He would recall how on the eve of Rosh Hashana the Rabbi would
march down the main street towards the synagogue leading the Betar
marching band. Through the movement Bob received both a love and
knowledge about Zionism and Jewish history, as well as the qualities of
respect, loyalty and Hadar that stood him in good stead all his life.
Bob Shteinman’s
experience of war was thankfully benign, certainly when compared to that
of his generation in most other parts of the world – including China.
Bob, then a worldly youth, set fire to a German newspaper publisher that
identified itself by hanging Nazi swastika flags on its outside,.
Apprehended by the police , Bob was released into the care of his
exasperated father. A generation later his children would refer to him
as the “Torch of Tienstin”.
Following the retreat of
the Japanese many US servicemen visited Tienstin, and the Jewish
soldiers among them were surprised and delighted to accept Shteinman
hospitality in that remote corner, as Zina would open the house to feed
and entertain them. Bob greatly enjoyed the company of these older
Jewish Americans and as a consequence of spending so much time with them
Bob spoke with an American accent for the rest of his life.
Then came the civil war
between the Chinese Communist and Nationalists. Again, there was little
impact on foreigners at first, although Bob had amazing stories of being
stranded in a train with his parents for a couple of days on the way to
summer holidays at the coast, stuck in crossfire between warring
militias. On another occasion, he was in the cinema, which he loved to
attend, where in the climax of the British war movie Gunga Din, machine
gunfire from the dress circle felled people sitting three rows ahead of
him .
Eventually the communists
got the upper hand, and it was clearly time to leave. In 1947, at the
age of eighteen, Bob travelled ahead of his parents to Australia,
accompanying family friends Joe and Harry Triguboff. As soon as he was
settled in Sydney Bob completed his matriculation and began studying
Chemistry at the University of Sydney.
Bob became the first Betar
Mefaked (leader) in New South Wales under the auspices of the founder of
Betar in Sydney, Hans Dreyer. Already steeped in Betar knowledge and
traditions from his time in China, Bob was able to effectively build and
lead the movement. His chanachim from that time hold in him in very high
esteem. Many had escaped Europe and lost their family, or were child
survivors of the Holocaust, and this lean and confident leader, exuding
a deep sense of pride and Zionist fervour, was of great comfort and
inspiration.
One chanich now living in
Israel, Danny Rosing wrote on hearing of Bob’s passing:
“His charm, enthusiasm
and warm personality was infectious
and influenced all of us who grew up in Betar under his guidance.”
In that emotional era
surrounding the establishment of Israel not all parts of the Jewish
community were welcoming of Betar, but Bob and Hans were confident in
their beliefs. Notwithstanding his strongly held ideological views, Bob
always maintained friendships and cordial relations with those from the
other side of the political spectrum. Indeed, some are here today.
Bob’s father Lazar
established one of Sydney’s first army disposal stores in Sydney in the
Haymarket area. Bob was a first rate salesman. Customers seeking nothing
more than a belt would walk out overloaded with a full set of camping
gear, and more. As Russian Jewish émigrés from China arrived Lazar would
find employment for them, and with Bob, would teach them the business.
They would then set up their own disposal stores around the corner, such
that the Chinatown/Haymarket area became known for its cluster of army
disposal stores. Bob used to refer to the shop as the “University of
Dispozology”. Lazar was generous in this way and taught Bob that one’s
“name” - as in “reputation” - was everything. Bob lived his life by that
wisdom and made certain that his children absorbed the same vital
lesson.
By 1955 Bob had saved
enough to travel the world for an extended period. He spent a year in
Israel, including work at the Haifa Oil Refinery, and then toured Europe
for months on a Vespa motorcycle.
After returning to
Australia, and an active social life, he met and married Diane Mahemoff,
a Melbourne girl. They met in Surfers Paradise where Bob had charmed
Diane’s grandmother with his proficiency in Russian.
Bob spent some time in the
cardboard box manufacturing industry before he began developing
properties, starting with apartment blocks and then building nursing
homes.
Bob enjoyed life
immensely, and he was an eminently practical man who enjoyed skiing and
boating, and built a boat with his own hands. His younger cousin David
Gorovic remembers arriving in Australia with his widowed mother in the
early 1960s, to be taken under Bob’s wing. The two cousins would drive
around in Bob’s big green Chevrolet, singing stirring Russian songs as
they visited construction sites.
Bob had a slight
resemblance to Gregory Peck which, combined with his American accent,
led to funny incidents . On one occasion the waitresses in a Japanese
restaurant could not supress nervous giggles as they served a gentleman
they thought was the star of Roman Holiday, right here in Sydney.
Demonstrating
independence, even from the mainstream lifestyle of Sydney Jewry, Bob
and Diane built a dream house on a “difficult” site in Castlecrag, deep
in the nature of the lower North Shore. By this time they were the
parents of David, and as Jonathan and Ruth arrived, the house plan was
expanded.
Given the family’s
commitment to Jewish life and Zionism, the issue of the children’s
education was brewing. Along with a handful of pioneering families they
resolved to establish the North Shore’s first Jewish day school. When it
came time to name the school there was a tendency towards commemorating
a significant Anglo-Jewish personality. Bob insisted on a connection to
Israel. This was 1965, prior to the Six Day War and not many people had
heard of, let alone visited the recent excavations at Masada. Bob
considered the story of the defiant stronghold inspiring and appropriate
for a school. By amazing coincidence, in the week that the founders were
to name the school, the Daily Mirror’s weekly historical feature was the
story of the Jewish heroism that is the story of Masada. Bob brought a
copy for each Board member and the matter was settled. Today, in its
fifth decade, Masada boasts an enrolment of over 500, and an estimable
academic profile.
Bob’s own family, of
course, were in the first wave of Masada children. Each in their own
individual way, David, Jonathan and Ruth are fortified by aspects of
their father’s character: his mental agility and burning curiosity for
knowledge, his pragmatic resolve, his wry humour and talent for cutting
to the core of a problem in order to defeat it. They, in turn, have with
their partners nurtured a new generation of young people of whom Bob was
proud. And the tribe increases yet.
With Masada firmly
established Bob continued his Zionist activities as secretary and
treasurer of the United Zionist Revisionist Organisation which later
became the Friends of Herut and then Friends of Likud associations. He
staged memorable Yiddish movie screenings at the historic Wintergarden
Cinema in Rose Bay, amongst other venues, to raise funds for the cause.
He ably supported and encouraged Diane in her many activities, which
spanned from involvement with Masada to a position as head of the Soviet
Jewry Campaign, roles with WIZO and the Jewish Communal Appeal, and
eventually a term as President of the Executive Council of Australian
Jewry.
In 1976, as many of you
are aware, Bob was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. The disease
initially had little tangible effect; it was a very slow degenerative
process. Bob sought advice and treatment as far afield as New York
State’s famous Mayo Clinic and health resorts in Romania. To escape the
enervating Australian summers he would take three month sojourns in
Crete.
Bob continued to work,
running his nursing homes, and even skiing and travelling, but by the
late eighties his mobility was very affected. Bob was stoic throughout,
even when his debilitation advanced. To the constant amazement of those
around him Bob never, ever complained – not a single utterance of
self-pity. He was lovingly cared for by his wife Diane and in due course
carers were brought in.
Under the ministrations
of a dedicated team Bob enjoyed the company of his children and ever
expanding number of grandchildren. Not only did Bob live to the age of
80, celebrating his birthday in July this year in three separate
occasions, but he and Diane were able to commemorate their half century
together. The medical marvel of Bob’s long life is a testament to his
strength of character and body, and to the care, love and devotion of
his family and carers. His family offer their appreciation to Watson and
Liu, who are here today.
Greatest credit, of
course, must go to Diane Shteinman who devoted so much of her life to
Bob’s care, especially in the last 30 yeas. She did this also stoically,
never complaining and ever innovative in seeking to maintain Bob’s
comfort and dignity.
It gives us pause to think
that Bob outlived nearly every one of his peers from his earlier life,
except those who emigrated to Israel.
Bob's legacy is a life
that embodied that triumphant declaration of Jabotinsky: “A Jew is a
prince!”
Bob was always true to the
principles of Hadar -Jewish nobility and self respect - honouring
others, especially his parents and the elderly. He adhered to
principles, no matter the cost.
Those of us who love him
will always remember his wry sense of humour, and his love of action and
adventure.
And let us not forget his
deep and lifelong love for Israel.
These legacies have
certainly been passed on to his children and grandchildren.
SHTEINMAN, Bob.
October 29, 2009
Passed away peacefully at home in Castlecrag.
Beloved husband of Diane, adored father of David, Jonathan and Ruth.
Loving father-in-law of Kirsten, Claire and Ian.
Cherished grandfather of Eva, Hannah, Zev, Bart, Rebecca, Joe and Lena.
Patient sufferer at rest.
The relatives and friends of the late BOB
SHTEINMAN are invited to attend his funeral to leave the Chevra Kadisha
Memorial Hall, 172 Oxford Street, Woollahra, tomorrow Sunday (November
1, 2009), after a service to commence at 10.30 a.m. for the Jewish
Cemetery Rookwood.

Frank
Stein
z”l
He was called "the face of Australian Jewry in
Israel," so it is not surprising that several hundred Australian
Israelis showed up yesterday [April 2009] for the funeral of Frank
Stein, the former director of the Zionist Federation of Australia's
Israel office.
Stein died Monday at the age of 52 of kidney failure,
after a brief but intense battle with cancer.
The illustrious group of mourners who gathered in
Jerusalem's Har Hamenucha cemetery included prominent Anglo Israelis
such as Australian ambassador James Larsen, Ehud Barak's brother Muli
Brog and countless representatives from organizations that deal with
Diaspora-Israel relations and immigrants, such JNF, Birthright Israel
and the Jewish Agency for Israel.
Stein was born in Brisbane, where he became involved with the Zionist
youth movement Betar at a young age. After he moved to Sydney, he
continued his community work for Hineni, where he led programs for young
Australian Jews.
In 1985, he moved to Jerusalem, where he worked for
several organizations dealing with Diaspora youth and assisting
English-speaking immigrants in Israel. He went on to become director of
the Zionist Federation of Australia's local office, a position he left
last year to serve as an Israeli emissary in South Africa. He spent
three months there.
"He always wanted to help others but never wanted
help himself," said his brother Benny Stein, who lives in Tel Aviv.
"Frank was a very private person. He was always totally reliable."
Stein's sister Hannah Cunningham, who flew in from
Australia earlier this week and spent four hours at her brother's
hospital bed before he passed away, added: "He was a giver, not a taker.
Giving to other people, that was his pleasure in life."
Stein never married. He is survived by his father George and four
siblings, most of whom still live in Brisbane.
(See also http://www.turkishweekly.net/news/69974/-obituary-frankie-stein-a-really-good-bloke.html)
By Raphael Ahren, Haaretz Correspondent

DAVID
BEN DAVID
z”l
d.
March 29, 2008
David
Ben David, when he studied in Melbourne, was a frequent visitor to
Yosef and Dora Steiner’s house and attended many Betar activities
including all the Betar camps in Melbourne.
At these camps he was the behind the scenes “organizer”, the man who
made sure everything ran smoothly.
My friendship with David started at Kinglake West camp where he
taught me everything I ever learnt about being a Madrich Toran. From
then, over the years, my respect and affection for him continued to
grow.
May he rest in peace!
Danny
Rosing
(Adapted from David’s son, Eliran’s graveside eulogy, on Sunday,23rd
of Adar Beth 5668, 30th of March 2008).
One of
the fateful decisions that shaped David’s life and later that of all
his family was the decision of a young mother, just before the
Nazis’ entry into Poland, to send her only son, alone, on a
transcontinental journey by train and ship to the Land of Israel.
That young mother was Rivka, David’s mother. Did she know, that
evening when she brought David to the train , that she will not see
him again and in later years know his children and grandchildren?
My grandmother, David’s mother, was killed a short time later by the
Nazis, but her decision gave David and his family life.
David
had an amazing life, with many difficult times; he knew how to
overcome all of these – he was curious, an activist, autodidactic
scholar and in-depth researcher. He experienced every aspect of life
– from being a leader in a Jewish students union in Australia to
working as a forest ranger there, a journalist, from pearl trader in
Africa to Lt. Colonel in Israel’s military intelligence. His
activity in the Mossad is well known to many but the operations are
still secret. At the signing of the peace agreement with Egypt David
left his workplace, at the request of his friend Eliyahu Ben Elissar,
to volunteer for the taskforce that was set up to organize Anwar
Saadat’s visit to Israel. He put in a lot of work into activities
for society, among them heading the Rotary Club in Savyon; and the
list is still long, very long.
David
was proud of being of the “1948 generation”, he was a member of the
Haganah, a fighter in the Palmach, an officer in the Givati Brigade,
took part in the fighting to secure the south of the country and
Jerusalem, three times he was wounded, once close to death.
David
was always surrounded by books, often falling asleep at 3 in the
morning, with a book in his hands. David’s warm and empathic
personality, with a highly ingrained sense of humour endeared him to
almost everyone he came in contact with; he had the ability to
communicate with everyone and was loved by many, from the most
powerful to the simplest of workers.
He was
a loving father to his two sons and deeply beloved by all his
family, especially his grandchildren, of whom he was very proud.
(Adapted from David’s cousin’s graveside eulogy):
It was
easy to love David, he was more than a cousin, he was a dear friend,
fascinating, charming, wise and generous (sometimes overly so). He
was a man of letters who knew many languages and had a deep
knowledge of history, science, cultures and Judaism.
David was assertive and liked to argue, especially about national
issues – he was a stubborn patriot who defended his patriotic views
passionately and uncompromisingly, but always with reserve and
respect for the views of others.
David was born in Russia and came to Israel at the age of three; he
was then taken by his mother to Europe and returned at the
encroachment of the Holocaust, an event that had a profound
influence on his personality and beliefs.
His warmth, his sense of humour, his practical jokes and talented
stories will be missed by all his friends and family, who saw him
battle in silence and with courage, for many years, the deadly
disease that finally overcame him.
May
you rest in peace, David, and we will remember you always as you
were at your best, with your mischievous smiling eyes, full of love
and humanity.

IMMANUEL
HOLDING
z”l
Stone Setting March 31, 2008

SAM OFFMAN
z”l
31 .viii.1937
- 05.iii.2008
Eulogy
By Aaron Ninedek
I first met Sam when we both went to
University High School back in about 1952.
I was a year or two ahead of him and Sam
had this theory that people in more senior years ignored people in
junior years.
While this possibly may be true it
certainly wasn’t in Sam’s case. He was impossible to ignore. He was not
the sort of person who would NOT be noticed.
It was not so much his red curly hair as
the temperament that went with it. Not temper – but animation would be a
better way to describe it. He loved to participate and enjoyed being
part of the action. If there weren’t any action he would create some but
never anything bad enough to get him into trouble.
We used to live near each other. I had to
walk past his place in order to catch the bus, or the tram, or when we
went to the footy (carna blues) or to meet up with our very good friend
Phillip Mirjam. We called Phillip, FARPILLARPIP, using the code speak
popular at that time. If Sam could hear us now I am sure there’d be a
big smile on his face as he remembered FARPILLARPIP who died back in
1957.
While we were still at Uni High the famous
card school started. Living near us were Ron Segal, Harry Scaife and
Ernie Frederick. We became the core group and over time it expanded to
include Ken Hamer, Mel Black, Daryl Burr, Roger Morris and numerous
others who came and went.
We played cards together every week for
more than thirty years and would you believe that we told the same jokes
every week and we laughed at them every time. We had a reunion at Ron’s
place in October 2004, about twenty years after we stopped playing
regularly. Again we retold the same jokes and again we laughed at them.
Sam was there. He had a wonderful time, as
did we all. Sadly, Harry Scaife was no longer with us for that night and
since then we also have lost Daryl Burr. Ernie couldn’t make it that
night but seven of the original group were there as well as Steve
Leighton who joined in.
Phillip Mirjam was never part of our card
school but he was an active member of Betar, a Zionist youth movement.
Phillip was a charismatic personality and persuaded Sam and me to join.
We became active members. In 1956 I was chosen to go to Israel on a
year-long leadership training course at an academy known as the Machon.
This was quite an honor because only four people were chosen to go from
the whole of Australia in my year and expenses were fully covered by the
Zionist Federation.
As I was coming back to Australia at the
start of 1957, Sam was on his way to Israel. He was the next person from
Betar chosen to go so I didn’t see him for two years – my year away plus
his year away.
On our return we became even more active
and rose to quite high leadership positions.
Apart from High School, the card school and
Betar, Sam and I were good friends in other ways. Most of Betar’s
activities happened around St Kilda and Caulfield so we people from
Carlton had to hang out together a lot getting there and back and in
between meetings. We’d also go to the footy together and on trips in his
car – first a pale green FX Holden then later a darker green Ford
Zephyr.
We’d also walk a lot. One year, we decided
to go to Shul (i.e. synagogue) on Jewish New Year. Not allowed to drive
or take public transport we walked. Someone asked us whether we went to
Shul and we replied, “Yes we did.” And then we were asked, “Which one?”
and we answered, “All of them!”
This was only a slight exaggeration because
we started out from Sam’s place in North Carlton and walked to Talmud
Torah or Tummo as we called it, which was only a short distance from his
place. Then we walked from there to Carlton Shul, then to East Melbourne
Shul, then all the way to Toorak Shul and eventually to St Kilda Shul. A
total distance of some 10-12 km. I can’t remember if we went any further
or how we got back. I suspect that we went on the second day, waited
until dark and then caught a tram.
We also got good exercise throwing
boomerangs. Yes, we made them come back. The only trouble was they
usually came back to some place 100 meters away so we had to chase them.
Or they would come back straight at us so fast that we had to make some
pretty fast moves to get out of the way.
For as long as I knew him Sam was always
turned out well. He even looked good in the school uniform and in the
Betar uniform. He was popular, well-liked by all and made a tremendous
first impression. He was well spoken, well-meaning, with considerable
musical talent and an excellent leader.
We lost touch for a few years – he lived in
Sydney for a while and also in America. But we picked up the friendship
again over the past few years. The Betar youth movement created an
enormous extended family and many of us are still in contact after more
than 50 years. We even have our own website and CD where Sam is
mentioned many times. We all remember the good bits and if there were
any bad bits they have been forgotten.
Sadly, Sam is the third member of the card
school that we have lost since 2000. Even though we don’t play much
anymore, I feel certain that at some future date we’ll all be up there
somewhere, sitting around the table, playing cards, still telling the
same jokes that we always told and what’s more – still laughing at them.

IMMANUEL
HOLDING
z”l
31 .i.1924 -
29.ix.2006

ADRIAN
RAWLINS
z”l
13.xi.1939 - 12.ix.2001
(Recently
discovered obit. from Australian newspapers)
Also see
www.milesago.com/Misc/Rawlins.htm
Statue
photos inserted on April 23, 2007. Photos by Aaron Ninedek.

NAOMI KRONENBERG
z”l
[8.xii.1940 –
11.iii.2004]
We are here
not to mourn but to farewell Naomi--to complete a long and poignant
leave-taking.
As a wife,
mother, daughter, sister and friend she was ever the well-named Naomi/ימענ:
"pleasant to me", "my pleasantness", "the pleasantness of my life".
Naomi was a
beautiful child, a graceful young lady, a woman of wisdom and judgment,
of radiant tenderness and quiet strength.
She should
have lived to be a serene and wise old woman, a mother-elder of her camp
and tribe.
She, and we
to our great loss, have been deprived of that.
She was, as
we all knew her to be, far more than her modesty and diffidence
permitted her own estimation to acknowledge.
She was in
all things, as she was most evidently--both personally and
professionally--with her words, in her use of language: precise, subtle,
fastidious, ever thoughtful.
Not much
more than that really needs to be said. To attempt to say more would be
both inadequate and excessive, futile and diminishing.
And we
all--husband, son, brother, family, friends—we have all seen her too
much diminished lately to do that.
So
pleasant, graceful and gracious a person deserved a gentle end.
But that
[with the notable exception, thanks to the wonderful people at Clare
Holland House, of her last 24 hours], that--a gentle end--she did not
have.
Yet, right
to the end, her going was her own project, her final work, undertaken in
full character: work that she did, as always, well--with clarity and
insight, discernment and courage, with will (understood not as
"willfulness" but a finely focused intentionality) and dignity.
" ... םענ יכרד היכרד"
: םולשל וישכע "הביתנ ךרדו ..."
[Proverbs 3:
17 & 12:38]
All "her ways were the ways of pleasantness", and "her
path", after great travail, has now led her to peace.
CSK
11.iii.2004/16.iii.2004
18 Adar
5764/23 Adar 5764
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[From Sue Doobov in Israel March 11, 2004]
It is my sad duty to
inform you that Naomi Kronenberg (Kessler) passed away mercifully and gently
on
March 11, 2004 at 6pm.
Naomi's funeral
was held on Tuesday 16th March, 2004, at the Woden Cemetery [Canberra,
ACT].
A wonderful person no
longer with us.
We wish Vernon and family
'long life'.
Friends,
For your information, below [and attached] is the text of
the brief remarks I made at Naomi's funeral in Canberra yesterday.
As I have noted elsewhere, "the funeral, at long last,
was yesterday. [I have just returned to Sydney.]
"A very large and diverse crowd was there, a great
tribute both to her range of acquaintances and activities and to the
depth of Naomi's impact on and contribution to them, their human
indebtedness to her.
"It was done well.
"People stayed, didn't want to leave, and we all felt
greatly consoled.
"Given what she was facing and we we told to expect, her
affliction could all, quite easily and awfully, have gone on for another
6 hours, or 6 days, or 6 weeks, or 6 months--or more.
"All she would have had from that was more pain, more
distress, more humiliation, more impairment and loss of dignity.
"She had passed lately beyond the point where even she
could any longer make any good, humanly resourceful use of her time.
"It was a blessing and a mercy that she was able to get
out when she did.
"That is my consolation."
Some of you [especially some overseas family and friends]
may be puzzled or troubled trying to understand the nature of the
funeral itself.
First, it was unusually delayed.
Naomi died on Thursday evening, too late for a funeral to
be arranged according to custom/law for the following day, Friday,
before Shabbat/the Sabbath. And it was also a holiday weekend in
Canberra [the Monday being the Canberra City anniversary day], so the
break extended for 3 days from Saturday to Monday. The cemetery and its
staff were not operating over that period.
Apart from the timing, the character of the service may
seem odd to some of you. It was not an orthodox or even traditional or
conservative funeral.
In Canberra there are no full-time Jewish clergy of any
kind.
The service was conducted by an old friend of Naomi,
Vernon and myself named Raffi Lehrer, who on a part-time basis serves as
the principal officiant of Canberra's "liberal" and "reform" Jews.
You should all note: it was held on a beautiful, sunny
day under the broad and high Australian sky.
I was as much an Australian as a Jewish occasion. While
the local Jewish community was there in strength, so many of those
attending were from her public service, academic and other diverse
community networks built up in Canberra over nearly 40 years. [Many old
personal and family friends and professional associates also came from
Sydney for the day.]
Because of the "non-orthodox and "non-traditional" nature
of the occasion, there as no customary "hesped" delivered by others
addressing Naomi's family.
Instead, I was asked to speak.
Naturally this was not easy for me.
Also, I did not want to say very much.
And I did not want to say anything that would have
offended Naomi--with her keen distaste and sharp eye for any hint of
sentimentality, self-pity, futile reproachfulness or maudlin cant.
So, as you will see, what I said was quite basic.
Whatever my own, or Vernon's or Adam's special feelings
and quite particular perspective and distinctively individual loss, I
felt that what I should say should be fully and equally true for all her
many relatives and friends who were there.
That simplified things greatly, and enabled me to reduce
the task to the essential elements and to very tight proportions.
To those of you who were there, thank you; to those who
were not, we all thank you for your thoughts and support, in recent
times and throughout this long impending loss.
Best wishes,
Clive
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