Rose Sunshlne, “Montefiore Mozes at Nagykanizsa,” Egyenlöség 25 November 1933, p. 14.
(Translated from the Hungarian)
The hero of this recollection is the author Rose Sunshine, a well-known Writer in New York. The old lady is now past 86 years old, but she is still in full possession of spiritual strength. She is one of America’s best publicists and the editor of a newspaper devoted to a large copy. This memoir also includes the writer's father, who was H. B. Fassel, Chief Rabbi of Nagykanizsa. Fassel was also famous for his combatitive writings and indictments of his religious policies were masterpieces of this genre. Jüdisches Recht and his writings on S. R. Hirsch and Abraham Geiger. And Mózes Montéfiore and a Hungarian city: Nagykanizsa are also included in this memoir. . .
I went to school in Nagykanizsa. Our school was on Vasut Street. Those who used to arrive by the southern train came along this street. And we also always came out of school at noon. One day I became aware of a car in which I was sitting. One of the passengers was so interesting. to stare at length. He had a huge nose and his face was as if carved from marble. His oval, pale face sank into an unusually high collar. He was wearing a tall black top hat, but his snow-white locks of hair were visible from under him. The most interesting were his deep-looking eyes.
He noticed me looking and smiled. There was some hypnotic force in this smile because I looked at him in fascination for a moment. I had a hard time putting myself together. By the time I got home, the soup had already been served.
My father sternly asked:
- Why did you come so late?
"My father," I replied, "I saw a man in the city who looked the same as Moses."
"Have you seen Moses or did you know him?" My father asked, laughing.
- No, but that's how I imagined him!
"It's good Rozsinka, just eat your soup, because it's going to cool down."
However, I barely ate three spoons, suddenly the door slammed open and the church servant fell through it. This is the correct term because it was as if something unusual had bothered us. However, my father calmly asked:
- What happened? Did anyone die?
"There's more trouble, Chief Rabbi, much more trouble." Moses Montefiore arrived in Nagykanizsa /
- Are you crazy !? He jumped up from his father.
- No, Chief Rabbi, I'm on my mind. Sir Moses Montefiore did arrive and stay at Hotel Korona. And right after he arrived he called me.
- Is it for you? Why would Sir Montefiore call you?
I exclaimed:
"- Dad, I'm sure this will be the wonderful man I've seen. "
The church servant is now more understandable to speak hands.
- They were called to the hotel and led to a luxuriously furnished suite. There his secretaries received and the following monata: “Report to Fassel Chief Rabbi urns, to Sir Moses Montefiore on his way to the Sultan
He arrived in Nagykanizsa. Sir Montefiore wants to talk to the Sultan about the persecution of Jews in the East. Given that my master’s wife had recently died, the chief rabbi wanted to say caddy for his wife in his synagogue. Sir Moses asks the Chief Rabbi to take action on the matter of worship because Sir Moses wants to continue his journey in three hours to reach the Sultan in time
"It's a great honor to look at me as well as the community," my father said. "Go to the synagogue, light all the candles, including the candles in the porch." Then hurry to our most distinguished community members and speak to the cantor Goldsteln as well. He must open the worship service with "Sch'ma Jisroel." that everything is ready.You understand?
- Yes, Chief Rabbi. (And he's already gone.)
We had a quick lunch and my father immediately retired to his room. He soon appeared, carefully combed, in his heavy black silk rabbi robe, snow-white collar, and shoulders of his richly gilded talis. Something of inner fire lit up his eyes and his every move expressed his spiritual strength. I, too, dressed in festive attire and soon wanted to sneak up the steps of the synagogue, but the beadle stopped:
"Stop child," he said. "Little children have nothing to do here and you can't come in here even if you're twenty, because women have a place in the gallery."
It was then, for the first time in my life, that I was ashamed that women were not valued as much as men in religious matters. I wanted to rush up to the gallery, but it was also closed. There was nothing left but to hide in the arches of the gate and wait for events.
And soon the dignitaries of the community appeared. First the president, then the vice president, then the cantor, known for his beauty, in festive ornament. When my father arrived in front of the synagogue, throwing all precautions aside, I rushed over and hugged him. My father gestured sternly for me to disappear and I had to follow this order But I stayed near the entrance.
Soon a carriage arrived in front of the synagogue and the man I admired on arrival got out of the car. My father bowed respectfully to him and offered his arm. Moses Montefiore took off his cylinder and handed it over to the temple servant. He was wearing a black cap. On my father’s arm he slowly went to the synagogue, hundreds of candles welcoming them with a solemn light. And as they entered the gate, the careful beadle closed the door after them.
I had to run home, change clothes and go to afternoon school. At school, however, I couldn’t pay attention. My thoughts revolved around Moses Montefiore. I couldn't wait to get home. When my father saw me, he laughed, kissed me, hugged me and said,
"God bless my child," he said solemnly, "you were right. The face you saw was the face of Sir Moses Montefiore. Never forget, little daughter, that you were graced today to have seen the greatest Jew who lives on earth at this time.”
Since then, I have thought a lot here in America about my happy youth in Nagykanizsa, but I happily remember my encounter with Montefiore.
Rose Sunshlne, “Montefiore Mozes at Nagykanizsa,” Egyenlöség 25 November 1933, p. 14.
(Translated from the Hungarian)
The hero of this recollection is the author Rose Sunshine, a well-known Writer in New York. The old lady is now past 86 years old, but she is still in full possession of spiritual strength. She is one of America’s best publicists and the editor of a newspaper devoted to a large copy. This memoir also includes the writer's father, who was H. B. Fassel, Chief Rabbi of Nagykanizsa. Fassel was also famous for his combatitive writings and indictments of his religious policies were masterpieces of this genre. Jüdisches Recht and his writings on S. R. Hirsch and Abraham Geiger. And Mózes Montéfiore and a Hungarian city: Nagykanizsa are also included in this memoir. . .
I went to school in Nagykanizsa. Our school was on Vasut Street. Those who used to arrive by the southern train came along this street. And we also always came out of school at noon. One day I became aware of a car in which I was sitting. One of the passengers was so interesting. to stare at length. He had a huge nose and his face was as if carved from marble. His oval, pale face sank into an unusually high collar. He was wearing a tall black top hat, but his snow-white locks of hair were visible from under him. The most interesting were his deep-looking eyes.
He noticed me looking and smiled. There was some hypnotic force in this smile because I looked at him in fascination for a moment. I had a hard time putting myself together. By the time I got home, the soup had already been served.
My father sternly asked:
- Why did you come so late?
"My father," I replied, "I saw a man in the city who looked the same as Moses."
"Have you seen Moses or did you know him?" My father asked, laughing.
- No, but that's how I imagined him!
"It's good Rozsinka, just eat your soup, because it's going to cool down."
However, I barely ate three spoons, suddenly the door slammed open and the church servant fell through it. This is the correct term because it was as if something unusual had bothered us. However, my father calmly asked:
- What happened? Did anyone die?
"There's more trouble, Chief Rabbi, much more trouble." Moses Montefiore arrived in Nagykanizsa /
- Are you crazy !? He jumped up from his father.
- No, Chief Rabbi, I'm on my mind. Sir Moses Montefiore did arrive and stay at Hotel Korona. And right after he arrived he called me.
- Is it for you? Why would Sir Montefiore call you?
I exclaimed:
"- Dad, I'm sure this will be the wonderful man I've seen. "
The church servant is now more understandable to speak hands.
- They were called to the hotel and led to a luxuriously furnished suite. There his secretaries received and the following monata: “Report to Fassel Chief Rabbi urns, to Sir Moses Montefiore on his way to the Sultan
He arrived in Nagykanizsa. Sir Montefiore wants to talk to the Sultan about the persecution of Jews in the East. Given that my master’s wife had recently died, the chief rabbi wanted to say caddy for his wife in his synagogue. Sir Moses asks the Chief Rabbi to take action on the matter of worship because Sir Moses wants to continue his journey in three hours to reach the Sultan in time
"It's a great honor to look at me as well as the community," my father said. "Go to the synagogue, light all the candles, including the candles in the porch." Then hurry to our most distinguished community members and speak to the cantor Goldsteln as well. He must open the worship service with "Sch'ma Jisroel." that everything is ready.You understand?
- Yes, Chief Rabbi. (And he's already gone.)
We had a quick lunch and my father immediately retired to his room. He soon appeared, carefully combed, in his heavy black silk rabbi robe, snow-white collar, and shoulders of his richly gilded talis. Something of inner fire lit up his eyes and his every move expressed his spiritual strength. I, too, dressed in festive attire and soon wanted to sneak up the steps of the synagogue, but the beadle stopped:
"Stop child," he said. "Little children have nothing to do here and you can't come in here even if you're twenty, because women have a place in the gallery."
It was then, for the first time in my life, that I was ashamed that women were not valued as much as men in religious matters. I wanted to rush up to the gallery, but it was also closed. There was nothing left but to hide in the arches of the gate and wait for events.
And soon the dignitaries of the community appeared. First the president, then the vice president, then the cantor, known for his beauty, in festive ornament. When my father arrived in front of the synagogue, throwing all precautions aside, I rushed over and hugged him. My father gestured sternly for me to disappear and I had to follow this order But I stayed near the entrance.
Soon a carriage arrived in front of the synagogue and the man I admired on arrival got out of the car. My father bowed respectfully to him and offered his arm. Moses Montefiore took off his cylinder and handed it over to the temple servant. He was wearing a black cap. On my father’s arm he slowly went to the synagogue, hundreds of candles welcoming them with a solemn light. And as they entered the gate, the careful beadle closed the door after them.
I had to run home, change clothes and go to afternoon school. At school, however, I couldn’t pay attention. My thoughts revolved around Moses Montefiore. I couldn't wait to get home. When my father saw me, he laughed, kissed me, hugged me and said,
"God bless my child," he said solemnly, "you were right. The face you saw was the face of Sir Moses Montefiore. Never forget, little daughter, that you were graced today to have seen the greatest Jew who lives on earth at this time.”
Since then, I have thought a lot here in America about my happy youth in Nagykanizsa, but I happily remember my encounter with Montefiore.