Welcome to You Already Know Some Hebrew
Who am I? What qualifies me as a Hebrew teacher? Why am I writing this blog? Who is my audience?
Who am I?
I'm a veteran "immigrant" to Israel, who came from the US right after high school, in 1971. I attended a Conservative Hebrew School for 4 years and "succeeded" in mastering 30 words which I could read, haltingly. What DID "take" in Hebrew School was their Zionist orientation; by 1967, I was convinced that the ONLY proper response to the Holocaust was for Jews to make aliyah (immigrate) to Israel. (My late father was a Holocaust survivor) I waited till I "grew up"... correction... I am STILL waiting to grow up .... anyway, I came right after high school!
What qualifies me as a Hebrew teacher?
The fact that even I actually succeeded in learning enough Hebrew to live in Israel! It wasn't easy! I didn't realize that I was dyslexic until I was in Israel for about 30 years; repeated Advanced Beginners' Ulpan Hebrew class 3 times without passing; had dropped out of 3 institutions of higher learning; borne 8 children, bringing their kindergarten notes to my husband to read and interpret for me; but YAY! ALWAYS felt at home in Israel, happy to be here, and able to communicate with my Hebrew-speaking neighbors enough to be functional and friendly.
With the help of a book called
The Gift of Dyslexia by Ron Davis I learned to read Hebrew. (BTW I recommend this book for anyone who is dyslexic or has a family member who is!) I was happy! I started to appreciate not only the beauty of Israel, but the beauty of the Hebrew language! I still did not become a Hebrew expert; that privilege was left for my daughter, who has a degree in Hebrew Language and literary editing. When I read Davis's book, I realized why I had previously had so much trouble learning Hebrew: the effort of reading Hebrew triggered my dyslexia symptoms, so that the more I studied, the worse I got! When I gave up on reading Hebrew, I was able to learn Hebrew pretty well "by ear".
Why am I writing this blog?
For one thing, I am excited about having "discovered" the Hebrew language after decades of living in Israel, and I want to share the fun with my friends and family! Secondly, I STILL think that the proper response to the Holocaust is for Jews to come to Israel; I know that many Jews are intimidated by the Hebrew language. That's why I'm writing this blog: to help my fellow Jews overcome the feeling of intimidation of learning a "foreign" language with a different alphabet.
Who is my audience?
Jews who don't know Hebrew, of all ages and religious background. Some Jews went to Hebrew School and learned to read, but don't understand anything that they are reading. The 95%, of Jews who didn't even get that much "Jewish education". Jews who have kids who already live in Israel, and grandchildren who are native Hebrew speakers. People planning a trip to Israel. Jews who would like to move to Israel, or at least come for a long visit, but feel bad about not knowing any Hebrew. I hope this blog can also be helpful to non-Jews who are thinking of converting to Judaism, or who are in the process of converting. There are also Christians who want to study the Jewish roots of their faith; they are also welcome to use this blog.
A cute background story:
In 1970, I was on a summer tour of Israel run by the Jewish Agency, for high school kids: "Summer in Kibbutz". Most of the kids on my tour treated this as a summer of freedom, away from the eyes of their parents. (which it was!) I had a different agenda: to figure out HOW I could succeed at doing what everybody told me was impossible: to make aliya (immigrate to Israel) when you grew up in rich, spoiled America. "How can I DO it?!"... I wondered... "I was the only kid in my Hebrew School class who could NOT read Hebrew!" One evening, swimming at "Quiet Beach Discotheque" in Tiberias (which was anything BUT quiet!) it was time leave, but I could not find one of my sandals. I NEEDED my sandal! I frantically searched for the missing footwear, imploring some Israeli teenagers to help me look by holding up the remaining sandal, making a distressed face and saying one of the 30 Hebrew words I know: "ay-fo?, (where?)" The Israeli kids understood, and yelled to each other in Hebrew: "anybody see a sandal? she's lookin' for a sandal!" (People in Israel like to help each other and they like to yell, and besides, we had to yell to be heard over the music) HEY! I realized... they're yelling "sahn-dahl"! It's the SAME WORD! slightly different pronunciation, but the SAME WORD!
You Already Know Some Hebrew was "born" that night, when I realized that I, the Hebrew School Failure, knew SOME Hebrew!
Somebody found my sandal. As I ran off to my waiting bus, I yelled one of the other 30 words I knew from Hebrew School: "todah!" "thank you!"