|A Jewish Childhood – From Paris, Musee d’art et d’histoire de Judiasme-on a day that is not Shabbat.|
|Sunday, 22 June 2014 16:35|
For those of you on Facebook, you saw my photo standing in front of the memorial to Alfred Dreyfus.
This museum housed in the old Hotel de Saint-Aignon, evacuated in 1939 is the sole remaining traces of the people taken from there. Lives Crossing Paths.
I come here each year to bear witness. These 100 names posted on the exterior of the hotel and sighted from an interior window of the museum, many Jews, never to be seen again. The disappeared from the Paris ghetto, Le Marais. This could be a companion piece to my poem Marais, because when I walk in the front gate, the statue honoring Dreyfus honors all of us, and many that have fallen. Nonsense. It continues in France, deaths in the outskirts and small towns, of Jews hardly spoken of. There is a continuation of the pogroms from the late thirties and forties. One with a gun, senseless deaths in the name of nothing specific and so, my friends, it continues in the streets, Jerusalem, Paris, insert your own home town or where you now live, because in some way we are the bullies and the bullied. At one time or another. Before you speak, think out loud if it helps. Bear witness so that they don’t/didn’t die in vain.
Although this particular exhibition deals with the war lithographs of Abel Pann (1915-1917) who was originally from Russia, he studies art and engraving, drawings and leaves Russia to study in Paris. He lived from 1883- and died 1963 in Jerusalem.
His heart wrenching illustrations truly garner the devastation of a war where Jews are isolated and carted off to their deaths.
In his later years he devoted his art to biblical subjects.
Now, let’s take a look at look at a small exhibit honoring Sophie Calle and her 1953 photos. They deal with ERUV. On Shabbat, it is an obligation for the faithful to rest. Forbidden to carry something, for example, tissues, medicine, keys, Babies, needed things. Unable to do many things, including driving, turning lights off and on from sunset on Friday night to sunset on Saturday, by dispensation of the Jewish law. Click here: http://www.jewishledger.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Erouve-de-Jerusalem-Sophie-Calle.jpg
Then by law, it became permitted the establishment of eruven, wires or strings that go from one tall post, poles, that are connected by threads of galvanized steel. Within these, a “private space” is created.
Public domain, this way is considered to be public. Sophie Calle’s photos document these public spaces that Israelis and Palestinians in Jerusalem to go to a public place that they once considered private.
So we are all attached to our homes by a tin silver wire or chord. Never knowing when to stay and when to cut and if we choose the latter, what is on the other side, whether it be death or leaving home for the first time. Shabbat or in any other way that one can be restricted, held back or held in until we take our threads with us and weave our very own cloth, or very own Eruv. Click here: MAHJ- User's Guide Access: Transport and Opening Hours
So this year my Blog on the Jewish Museum takes a different turn. Hope you liked the trip, and thanks for reading my Jewish Childhood Blog.