Isadore Sharp0:54
Good, thank you, thank you Ian, and it's a pleasure to be part of this evening's event. I understand later on they're going to have a Q&A which I'm pleased to respond to anything that might interest you. But first, I've written a few thoughts about my parents, Lil and Max Sharp, that I'd like to share with you. You asked me what were my early memories of the Shaarei Shomayim. When I had my bar mitzvah, the synagogue was on Sinclair and it was only a basement — you didn't see a building, you saw a concrete roof. We walked downstairs to the sanctuary. Later the building was built and my dad was part of the building committee that built that Sinclair synagogue and as well as the one we have presently, the Shaarei Shomayim of today. We've got many wonderful memories of our parents. To Max and Lil, anything was possible. And when Max met Lil, that's when it all started. They were married June 12th, 1927. They told us that for their honeymoon Max stayed home until 9:00 a.m. — but their honeymoon never ended. It was a bond for life, mutual love and respect. They produced four children, 20 grandchildren, 38 great-grandchildren, and with husbands and wives, a family of almost a hundred. Lil Sharp had an exceedingly strong character with no self-doubt, no vanity, and little use for a sense of humor. She spoke her mind — not always tactful — but all was forgiven because the lady just didn't know malice. She ruled the house with an iron hand and probably invented the phrase tough love. She even made the business decisions, because Lil came from a long line of matriarchs where women were the breadwinners and men studied the Torah. She felt that women were the smarter sex and men had to be humored and handled. So even though I was the only son, I was not given any special regard. Once when I was about five years old, I came home with blood dripping down from my face from a cinder fight with anti-Semitic kids in the neighborhood. Lil took one look, saw that I wasn't hurt, gave me a slap across the face as she normally did, and said, "Look what you did to your shirt. Now just go out and play." With my three sisters, however, they were indulged with women's lib privileges. My sister Bea went to Israel alone when she was 16, and my older sister Edie once brought home a boyfriend she met while working in the Catskills, and my mother made up the living room couch for him. No questions were asked — she just trusted us without any doubt. And speaking of taking charge, when our cocker spaniel Blackie gave birth, Lil stayed up with her all night and then cut the tails of the five pups. Of course the legendary Friday night dinners — we were all obliged to show up for dinner no matter what, and over the years it grew to a cast of over 40. She did everything by herself with a one-oven stove, and we were all sent home with fried wings and chicken soup and liver, enough food to last until the middle of the week. Lil didn't have to repeat herself very often for us to listen. She had a very definite way of expressing herself. But Max — Max never raised his voice or raised his hand to any of us, but we all listened and learned. Max Sharp was born in 1902 in a small town in Poland called Oswiecim, now known as Auschwitz. His brother Nathan traced the family tree back more than 200 years to 1784. Max's great-grandfather was a scholar, a chief judge who wrote a book called Paths of Propriety — propriety, integrity, respect — a family value system handed down for more than 200 years. Max's father was a pious Jew and was called the wise man of the village. They were a family of ten, six boys and four girls. The family was forced to separate because of World War I. Max, age 13, moved to Czechoslovakia with the grandparents. After the war, Max left home and got a visa in Vienna to enter Palestine. He arrived in Palestine on April 18th, 1920, age 18. He was among the first of the first kibbutz in Degania. He worked in the fields by day and helped defend against air raids by night. But looking for a new challenge, he set out again. On October 17th, 1925, he arrived in Canada. He met Lil, and that was a challenge. He had competition — a wealthy suitor — but Lil saw in Max his vitality, his strength, and his love. Lil chose Max, the pioneer. Max worked as a plasterer for fifteen dollars a week. He wanted a raise; they said no, so he decided to work for himself. On his very first job, he lost everything he had plus the next few years' earnings — a struggle through the Depression of 1929. Then in 1938 he started as a builder with a horse and plow. He broke his shoulder but kept on working. We moved a lot over the next ten years. Max would build a house and they would sell it. Sometimes Max would build and then Lil would say, "Let's move in," and she would sell our house. Sometimes Lil would sell before Max had built anything, so we just moved wherever it was convenient. We moved 15 times before I was 16. Max was a man of great inner strength. He had a remarkable faculty for understanding and tolerance. He truly bridged the generation gap to his children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. I'd like to read a short paragraph written by my wife Rosalie for Max's 90th birthday: "You look at Max Sharp — the mettle of the man. What kind of a man is he? It is a life molded out of the indomitable spirit and courage of a true pioneer. In the brutal existence of Israel in 1920, fighting the English and the Arabs and the malaria, raising forests from deserts, rescuing fields from swamps — did Max see these battles as hardship? His strength propelled him towards a collective goal, heedless of risk or discomfort. From such harsh beginnings, Max gained strength to face adversity with evenness of mind. He has fashioned a life of many facets, lived to the hilt, and has earned the highest tribute that can be paid — and that is that Max Sharp is a man of honor, and to know him is to love and respect him." My sisters Edie, Bianetti, and I all had the precious privilege of a wonderful childhood — a home where all our friends were always welcomed, where we learned by example the values and ethics of life. As we matured, we understood and appreciated more and more the true values of the principles we inherited from our parents: integrity, trust, and fairness. That is the legacy that my sisters and I were privileged to inherit from our parents. To have known Max and Lil Sharp is to love and respect them. Thank you. And now I'm open to answer any questions. Ian, I see you've prepared a few, but go ahead.