In My Father's Synagogue
24.05.11
Like almost all the Jews in Syria, my father was a staunch traditionalist. A faithful viewer synagogue every Sabbath, he never regarded as Reform or Conservative Judaism as an option for him or his family. Instead, clean shaven, in a dark suit and sprayed cologne, he would attend the Shabbat services every Saturday morning at the traditional assembly Syrian near our home in Brooklyn Midwood - and later go to work.
In this respect, it resembled many Syrian men of his generation. For the Jews of Syria at that time and today the synagogue is the great unifying factor.When I was growing up in the '60s and '70s, the men went to the synagogue if they were fully alert or not. There was a range of compliance, but as long as we went to the synagogue, who said his place in the religious and social community.
Most of the immigrant community in New York in the first quarter of last century, mainly in Aleppo and Damascus. They settled on the Lower East Side, moved to Bensonhurst, Brooklyn and lived in the Second World War, after which they began to move to the Ocean Parkway section of Brooklyn.
Source: The Jewish Week