Ellena Indich Baum

I remember the first time I walked into the Woodstock synagogue when I was eight years old. It was like a party. A Rabbi played guitar, everyone had drums, or maracas, or simply clapped their hands, all singing at the top of their lungs. We were hooked. Thanks to Rabbi Jonathan, Shabbat morning services and the High Holiday services are among the greatest memories of my childhood.

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