Showing posts with label Lesleigh Drus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lesleigh Drus. Show all posts

Saturday, April 22, 2017

A Letter to My Daughter Kim before she embarks on the March of The Living








Dearest Kim,

The March of the Living is an extraordinary, unforgettable experience. With thousands of Jewish people, from countries all around the world, you will share in a once in a lifetime experience when they march three kilometers from Auschwitz to Birkenau, the largest concentration camp complex built by the Nazis during World War II. The March commemorates Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day. You with be there – along with over 8,000 participants who will be part of this historic event.

As one of the Marchers, you will retrace the steps of the March of Death, the actual route which countless numbers of our people were forced to take on their way to the gas chambers at Birkenau. You will experience Jewish history where it was made. This time, however, there will be a difference. It will be a March of the Living with thousands of Jewish youth, like yourself, marching shoulder to shoulder. You will take part in a memorial service at one of the gas chambers/crematoria, in Birkenau, which will close with the singing of Hatikvah, reaffirming Am Yisrael Chai – The Jewish People Lives.
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The 36  Shabelstoch first cousins above the age of 21  at a 1927 wedding in Riga There were already twice as many below the age of 21. Other than my grandmother Fryda Shabelstock Baker seated between the first and second rows on the right, there were no survivors . Between November 30 and December 8 , they, their children and grandchildren with over 29,000 other Riga Jews ( and surrounding areas) were slaughtered in the Rumbula Forest Massacre. There were no survivors


Kaddish is a Jewish Prayer to Remember the Dead and normally said by Men. In the absence of a Male Member of the Family ( there are only your brother Jonathan and I left) when you place the Three Jerusalem Stones with the Names of Three Branches of your Family that were Murdered in the Holocaust say Kaddish out Loud . Say Kaddish for the Drues of Kraków and your Great Aunt Hadasaeah that died in Belzec extermination camp and all the other Drues cousins of Kraków that died in Belzec,Treblinska and Auschwitz .Over 280 Drues s of Kraków relations died. There are no known survivors.. Say Kaddish for the Drues of Majzugola near Vilna who died in the Vaivara and Auschwitz Camp if they were not murdered first in the Forest of Paneriai .There are no known survivors . Say Kaddish for the Shabelshok/Fialkov Families of Riga who were murdered between 30th November and 8th December in the Rumbula Forest near Riga with 25,000 thousand other Jews from Latvia. Say Kaddish for the sisters and brothers of your Great Grandmother Freda Shabelstok Baker who died in the Forrest of Rumbula . Say Kaddish for Sarah , Robert, Michael, David , Gregor , Rachel , Lazer, Leah and Fredrich , Freda and Rosa Shabelstok’s older sisters and brothers and all their children and even grandchildren Not one survived. Over 850 members of the Shabelstok / Fialkov Extended Families died in the misty Forest of Rumbula with other Latvian Jews mainly from Riga and surrounding areas. Say Kaddish for all the Shabelstok/Fialkov/Drues cousins and relations …there must have been hundreds and hundreds,  if not thousands and thousands, in the extended ealthy and long established Riga families of  the Shabelstok / Fialkov families .Four Shabeltok Siblings married four Fialkov Siblings. There were no  survivors.



Say Kaddish in Tears and then Shout… “We Survived and Are Here Now Again -Never Ever Again” , אנחנו שרדנו ואנחנו כאן עכשיו – לעולם לא עוד יהיה שם שואה חוזרת

Those that Survived The Holocaust but did not experience it first hand:-

Shabelskok: Freda and her younger Rosa . Freda was in Uitenhague ,South Africa married to Chaim Baker and Rosa, her younger sister in Norway taken there by the Danish Resistance with most of the Danish Jews.They were the youngest of 11 siblings . All the siblings were married with kids .all the siblings and their families were murdered in the Forest of Rumbuka

Fialkov: Twin Brothers Manny ( Mordechai) and Jay ( Josef) in Cape Town,South Africa . They were the youngest of 10 siblings . None of their siblings or their families survived the Holocaust..

Drues: Samuel ( your great grandfather) and Naomi in Cape Town, South Africa and William in Chicago, USA survived the Holocaust.. The children of Hadaseah who died in Belzec, joined Shomer Hazair,immigrated to Israel in 1932 and survived in Israel . They were Freda and Hashya who married the Kurman Brothers , Max , who was wounded twice in Palmach operations and Chaim who was a teacher for 43 years before retiring.

Mourn and then Celebrate the Shabelstok/ Fialkov / Drues Survival when you March from Birkenau to Auschwitz… you are their Symbol of Survival .

 
  
 
 


Love You To Bits
xoxoxo
Dad



On the Origin of our surname
Stephen Darori ( דרורי)

Before I Hebrewized my surname on the 6th September 1986 I was Stephen Ellis Drus…the son of Fay Baker Drus and Morrie Drus z’l

Fay Baker Drus was the daughter of Freda Shabelstol Baker and Hymie ( Chaim Baker) one of the 3 founders of Betar in South Africa in 1931 and Jabotinskyt stayed at him when he visited the Eastern Cape, South Africa in the same year.

Morrie ( Morris ) Drus is the son of Samuel Drues and Sarah Kaplan Drues. . They were married in Poland and then in 1921 immigrated to Cape Town , South Africa. Drues became Drus. Sarah Kaplan Drus founded the Socialist Poalei Zion and the (Dor)Habonim Youth Movement in South Africa in 1933 which today is the huge Bnoth Zion Organisation.

Surprisingly Sarah and Haim always got along united in their belief in Zionism and they worked endlessly to great and support the establishment of a Jewish State in the British Mandate of Palestine. Both listened to the the UN vote on 23rd November 1947 from separate wireless full of static,joy and plenty of tears united in Zionism , Jabotisky's Betar and Herut Movement and Ben Gurion's Histadrut, Jewish Agency and Labour Movement. Chaim and Freda Shabelstock Baker in Uitenhague in the Eastern Cape , South Africa with their children Fay Baker Drus and Sydney Baker and their family and freinds and comrades in Betar , Herut and the future Machal contingent of volunteers from South Africa who later fought and some died in the Israeli War of Independence and in Cape Town Sarah Kaplan Drus with her husband Samuel Drus and children Ethel Drus and Morrie ( Morris) Drus under the red banner of Socialism but no longer communism after Stalin's infamous agreement with Hitler that became known as the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pactsigned on 23rd august ,1939. Our family's last Polish remnants ( Krakow) embraced in Zionism our familiy's last Latvian remnant ( Riga) crying with joy and fear of the Arab threat of invasion and the annihilation of the Jews of Palestine . They were at that moment in time just two future machatosim ( family by marriage) working and praying with their last remnant belief in God for the survival of the Jewish Nation . 9 Betar comrades in arms left immediately to join the Machal Contingent to fight in Israel's War of Indeendence. 3 died herotically carrying a Gift Bible from Chaim Baker and the Betar Movement in South Africa,
 


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPPx5yf5RFc
Chaim Baker is sitting on the right of Jabotinsky (0.55)

"למות או לכבוש את ההר"


שיר בית"ר 

מילים: זאב ז'בוטינסקי
לחן: דב פרנקל
קיימים 2 ביצועים לשיר זה 

ביתר 
מגב ריקבון ועפר 
בדם וביזע 
יוקם לנו גזע 
גאון ונדיב ואכזר 
ביתר הנלכדה, 
יודפת, מסדה, 
תרומנה בעז והדר. 

הדר 
עברי גם בעוני בן שר 
אם עבד, אם הלך 
נוצרת בן מלך 
בכתר דוד נעטר 
באור ובסתר 
זכור את הכתר 
עטרת גאון ותגר 

תגר 
על כל מעצור ומיצר 
אם תעל או תרד 
בלהב המרד 
שא אש להצית - אין דבר 
כי שקט הוא רפש 
הפקר דם ונפש 
למען ההוד הנסתר 


למות או לכבוש את ההר - 
יודפת, מסדה, ביתר. 

Betar
From the pit of decay and dust
With blood and sweat
Shall arise a race
Proud generous and cruel
Captured Betar, Yodefet, Masada
Shall arise again In all their strength and glory

Hadar
Even in poverty a Jew is a prince
Whether slave or tramp
You have been created the son of kings
Crowned with the diadem of David
Whether in light or in darkness
Always remember the crown
The crown of pride and Tagar

Tagar
Through all obstacles and enemies
Whether you go up or down
In the flames of revolt
Carry the flame to kindle
""Never mind""
For silence is filth
Worthless is blood and soul
For the sake of the hidden glory

To die or conquer the hill
Yodefet, Masada, Betar"


The logic of the Hebrewaization of Drus ro Darori. Drus דרוס pronounced Darus is the Gerund of “Ledareis”.לדרס..” to be trodden on to be run over”…. we could not live with that when I came on Aliyah from Cape town, South Africa and a letter change דרוס -> דרור which became דרורי the Biblical word for a Sparrow. Cage a Sparrow and it will die wrote Acad Ha’am so Eliezer Ben Yehuda, the reviver of the Hebrew Language in his New Hebrew dictionary gave Drori a new metaphorical meaning of “Freedom and Liberty”. The “a’ was added for Branding Purposes . Darori ( Drori) is very appropriate… Kim , your great Aunt Professor Ethel Drus led the committee of 12 ( 9 Jews and Nelson Mandela, Oliver Tambo and Z.K. Mathews ) who drafted the Freedom Charter , the most important document of the African National Congress. After being listed under the Suppression of Communism Act she left South Africa for the UK and headed the ANC Foreign Membership secretariate for the next 25 years. Both your Grandparents and I were very active in the Progressive Party of Helen Suzman and Harry Oppenheimer which has evolved into the Democratic Alliance, the Liberal Opposition to the ANC, As Chairman of the Progressive Federal Party National Youth Organisation , I played a pivotal role in financing the activities of the United Democratic Front that merged with the ANC after Nelson Mandela was released and the ANC unbanned. I proposed the motion that called on the Progessive Federal Party to incorporate alternative military service in their official platform.... with a lot of schlentering this motion  resulted in the National Party Government introducing a 4 year alternative to military service, one of the pricipal gaols  of  End Conscription Campaign in south Africa.
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Saturday, February 4, 2017

The Catman of Bat Yam by the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

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I am absolutely relentless,
in my love of all kittycats
like Pocahontas,
who possessed the spirit 
of experimentation,
pushed her limits
to the very brink.
O yes, I think some
labeled me meshugah 
like my big sis Lesleigh D
and daughter Kimberly-Mor,
and son Joey-Jonty, 
in our love of feline feral or home raised
My affection could go on forever.
And when I am through,
which was hardly ever,
I  left 1000 reasons 
in on my garden wall and path,
why I like I think I  The Bard of Bat Yam
Poet Laureate of Zion
has qualified to be finally called 
A Catman or Catperson.
Either or ,but to me,
always to me,
I am just plain old Angel,
even if I tag and say so,
in League with A Gabrial
God's ( why should it be a woman)
Main wingperson (pun inteneded) 
A member of the 82nd Airbourne Battalion
Of Jewish Catpeople
in the Middle East
and in particular in Zion..

Monday, October 24, 2016

The Riiik, Trippple k Rikkkki (or Hillary Clinton and Hillary For America Can Wait) from the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion



The Riiik Trippple K Rikkkie ready to pounce on the DELETE button if I don't give him eleventeen cuddles , knashuls and snaggels ever 26.87 seconds ...."Hillary for America can wait . Time for my 8 minute huggle ".... and with that cutest face in the world and gentleness how can I say no or ""hey I Am trying to do some work "'

Power packed
his small hairy frame
my 6 month old kittie cat in a winter coat
Rikkki is his name

Smart as a whip
always at my keyboard and or feet
I believe he wanted me to trip
that was just his nature

A true companion,
my very best t friend
him and I the perfect tandem
I am never left alone

Lively,today and before,
Never ( knock on wood) falls ill and gaining weight
at least I could say Donny T what a schmuck Oy Vey
and hold him as Donald Trump met his fate

Ferociously gentle and  loving,
mean but always so sweet.
my little ninja so cunning,
My Kittie Cat was unlike any other

I called Rikkki after rejecting Schnuglion"
Kind of a miniature version of one
others have called him "The Cuteness"
I love and treat him like my very own Son

The Riiik, Trippple k Rikkkki (or Hillary Clinton and Hillary For America Can Wait) from the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion



The Riiik Trippple K Rikkkie ready to pounce on the DELETE button if I don't give him eleventeen cuddles , kissshuls and snaggels ever 26.87 seconds ...."Hillary for America can wait . Time for my 8 minute huggle ".... and with that cutest face in the world and gentleness how can I say no or ""hey I Am trying to do some work "'

Power packed
his small hairy frame
my 6 month old kittie cat in a winter coat
Rikkki is his name

Smart as a whip
always at my keyboard and or feet
I believe he wanted me to trip
that was just his nature

A true companion,
my very best t friend
him and I the perfect tandem
I am never left alone

Lively,today and before,
Never ( knock on wood) falls ill and gaining weight
at least I could say Donny T what a schmuck Oy Vey
and hold him as Donald Trump met his fate

Ferociously gentle and  loving,
mean but always so sweet.
my little ninja so cunning,
My Kittie Cat was unlike any other

I called Rikkki after rejecting Schnuglion"
Kind of a miniature version of one
others have called him "The Cuteness"
I love and treat him like my very own Son





Monday, May 9, 2016

Mother's Day in Zion

Baby dolls and dinosaurs-
one that cries, one that roars
The pitter patter of little feet-
a bike race in which they want you to compete
Fruity Pebbles, pancakes, no wait! a pop-tart-
those daily moments that steal your heart
One throws tantrums, the other just pouts-
ahh, the joys of motherhood- what life is all about
Another birthday - two paychecks in all-
but, it is so worth it with smiling memories on the wall
From late night tears to early morning grumps-
through all the bruises, scrapes and bumps
The kisses and hugs, the encouraging words-
from nursery rhymes to the bees and the birds
The laughter, the memories, those looks in their eyes-
never trade it for anything - never compromise
The toys left out, the clothes on the floor-
these are the moments we mothers live for
For we are the ones who are there through it all-
to always make it better and pick them up when they fall
From kissing their boo-boos and making sure they're fed-
passing down stories while tucking them into bed
Through the weight gain, cravings, labor and more-
to that one special moment we spend 9 months waiting for
Eighteen years is what they say, but our work is never done-
a lifetime of tears, laughter, sadness and fun
Nothing in the world can even come close-
to the one special bond God made matter the most
A relationship only two certain people can share-
a mother and her child, nothing will ever compare...