Lenin, Stalin, Brezhnev….. well you know, they could not be shared with anything or anyone else. From the moment we entered school we wore a little pin with young Volodya Lenin on our uniforms.
As we grew older we progressed to a more adult version of the same pin and that fashion trait continued throughout our school years.
Any crosses or Star of David’s were prohibited to wear to school.
Being Christian or Jewish back in the USSR was secular vs.
religion.
I knew I was Jewish not because we practiced Judaism – no one did, but because my dad was Jewish, his dad was Jewish, my mom was, her mom was so I knew I must be Jewish too. I also knew I was Jewish because every teacher in school had a catalog, where all the kids and their nationalities were listed. By the time the kids turned 16 years old they would be given a passport listing their nationality too.
As you can see based on the above documents we were not really liked too much, plus I also knew Jews were responsible for killing Lenin - another reason for not liking us. Forget all of our other “crimes” we committed, that crime blessing alone was big enough.
People, Jews or non-Jews did not practice religion – churches became museums, synagogues practically did not exist….
America took us with open arms and said to us – you are now free and you can practice your religion! The only problem was we did not know how and frankly we were not in a hurry to learn.
Passover, Chanukah, Purim are just excuses holidays for our families to get together and eat, but when the time came for our first son to become Bar-mitzvah we did not hesitate one minute, of course it has to be done! It was a private, family event that meant a lot for my parents-in-law and my mom. They still remembered how it was done when they were kids before the WWII started and Communism hit!
10 years later our younger son had different plans for us. Our initial idea was to go to Israel since we have never been there – and what a great occasion – he gets to become a Bar Mitzvah at the Western Wall and then we will travel and see the country afterwards.
“WHAT!?!?!?! What about my friends, what about my party, and what about my grandparents-they couldn’t travel with us??!” said concerned Max.
We did not care much about his friends or the party, but we knew our parents would want to be a part of their younger grandson’s transition from a boy to a young man…..
to be continued…..





This is soooo interesting! Absolutely everything about this is interesting to me! I grew up during the Cold War, all these details about your life in Russia are fascinating. I even had my husband read this. I wonder how your parents generation celebrated Bar-mitzvah. I’m sure not with the big parties like boys do these days!
Thank you Gretchen, I found my audience in you. I have so many stories about that time and that country – i will keep you entertain for at least few days.
There aren’t to many Jews in my area but I have had been to many a Bar-mitzvah when I lived in New York; both the ceremonies and the parties are wonderful.
I also attended a bris once,which was quite interesting to see.
I love reading about your experiences and the history regarding the USSR, it’s so fascinating! Can’t wait for the next part..
Thanks Jen,
I am trying my best to go back to my computer and finish the story before I forget all the details.
This is fascinating. I have a friend who grew up in Russia and he did not observe Jewish law until he came to the states. My husband, born in Poland at the end of the war, immigrated with his family to Venezuela, but they were not religious. He became religious later on in adulthood, as did I, so he was never called to the Torah or had a party when he was bar mitzvah. I am anxious to read the rest of the story.
In case I don’t get back here before Pesach, Chag Sameach v’ Kosher l’Pesach!
Jewish history is fascinating. All that we had to go through to find our peace.
Happy Pesach to you and yours !
Don’t leave me hanging! I got chills thinking of becoming a Bar Mitzvah at the Wailing Wall. What a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! But I guess at 13, it’s more about the friends. I need to start working on Sophie with this idea now.
No matter how much we tried we could not convince him, plus our parents are in the 80s and the trip there would not be possible for them.
Ariana, what a tale! I always wondered what it must have been like in the USSR. Thank you for your insight. Here, in the US, for those of us raised here from birth, all we know is our freedom, and we take it for granted sometimes. Thanks for the reminder. I’m thankful, and looking forward to your next installment!
Thanks Monica, yes Americans take their freedom for granted – we, immigrants never do! We always have something to compare our freedom to.