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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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