Sefer Kehillat Shlomo

One of the biggest mysteries in my life is a Hebrew prayer book left to me from my late father’s estate. My father left around 1/4 Million in money but this book is of enormous value, not monetary but meaningful.

People like the Royal family always talk about their past, present, history and family connections, but for me, in my family, we never even talked about it. My mother’s family doesn’t come far from Coburg, which we visited when we went Germany a few years ago.

So, when I got that book into my possession, I started to think about my family history. At the time, around 2007, I put up the pictures of this Yeshayahu Vinograds on my Myspace account and someone from the Jewish Museum In Berlin gotten back to me to tell me what it was. In 2007, the Jewish Museum in Berlin said, they would be interested in the book, which was printed in 1750 by Chajim Ben Zwi Hirsch.

As you all know my life went up-side down, because after my father’s death, and my appointment as LEA school governor, all these rumours started to appear online and also I spent 3 years at the Royal Courts of Justice with the only legal case I’ve ever lost. And so, I forgot about the book.

I spoke to a friend about it a couple of days ago, who advised me to go to the London Jewish Museum in Camden with this but as my father was from Berlin I thought that the Berlin Museum would be a better place.

The writing says: “Walter’s Hebräisches Gebetbuch”, translated: Walter’s Hebrew prayer book.

I started wondering, how is it possible, that a man who is listed as Lutheran in all my paperwork about my father, had a Jewish prayer book in his possession. The thought, that he could have taken it off a Jewish victim in World War II came into my mind and horrified me. The inscription on the bag at least seems to indicate that the prayer book actually belonged to a family member and wasn’t taken off a Jewish victim in World War II.

So, that implies that one of my father’s brothers had a Hebrew prayer book and that it belonged to him. So I now wonder, whether there was a hidden Jewish past in my family, which was concealed because that was the only way for them to survive. Incidentally Walter was drafted in as soldier in Word War II, along all my father’s brothers and my father was the only one of the brothers to survive the war.

I posted pictures of my father’s family, whom I never met some time ago on Facebook and nobody at all came forward as recognising the people in it. I can’t find a picture of Walter but only Paul. So I post the family pictures, which I think as significant and I would be grateful if anybody at all could come forward with some information if possible.

This is my father’s brother Paul and Paul is also the brother of Walter, to whom the prayer book belonged. My friend told me yesterday that there is actually a medal on the German Nazi uniform. Quite, interesting that the brother of somebody who owned a Hewbrew prayer book, gotten a commendation from the Nazis. Picture taken on 29. December 1943, Paul was killed shortly after.

Dance in Berlin, no date on picture, I think the lady in the front behind the girl with white hairband, is my father’s mother or the grandmother I never met.

That is a family snap from my father’s family. He is the one in the specs and the lady behind him is his mother, seen in the previous pic at the dance. I think that Walter might be one person on that picture here too but I don’t know who.

As it is, I think it is something hard to live with, that all I got are a lot of pictures of people I never met or knew about whilst my father was alive.

In today’s age, people should no longer be afraid to be Jewish and if anybody in those pictures recognise themselves, please contact me and also if anybody knowing any of these people could please contact me.

I have posted previously about accusations my sister made about my father, I have not heard anything about this at all yet. But it seems that the after-effect of the war had a very long-lasting impact on my family and that nobody ever talked about, made it much harder to copy with it.

I think there was something going on, I still do not know about. The fact that my father or my mother never spoke about the war or family and what went on is very mysterious.

But putting this all in the context that I always had problems to find a political and spiritual home, it makes double sense now that all these rumours about me started after my father’s death and that prominent Labour politicians, were involved in it.

I tried four political parties in all, The Labour Party, the Conservative Party, The Communist Party and Respect. I spend very little time with both Communist or Respect.

The Labour Party refused my second membership application shortly after I posted about attending a Jewish prayer service for Holocaust day. Wonder whether there is a connection.

Whatever for the moment, I am not politically bound and like this more because there is more than politics to life. I think it is good to try out political parties, people shouldn’t be afraid to do it, to experience first hand what political parties are like. There is never a minimum membership with any party, you can come and go as you like.

I like doing something useful for everyone, and that is what we all should do.

More and less, it’s a con

Since the dismantling of Council run schools has progressed, we see the growth of free and private schools. But, those are no longer the luxury, lush kind, they are often in inadequate premises and with a lack of facilities.

There is no mod con, it’s just con.

Weren’t we all jealous of these luxury, pads in rural environments, castle-like structures, promised luxury upbringing for the wealthy.

Unfortunately today’s Conservative policies have ensured that private schools now means, paying more for getting less.

Those old council schools were purpose built and could house pupils in adequate rooms and facilities but today’s free schools just mean free to charge a lot for less.

My local private school promises astro turf facilities for sport but in fact they take their pupils to the local park and make them race on asphalt pavements on lanes, not wider than 60cm.

There are free schools in former office buildings, that do not have any sports facility but a roof top or another simply sticks their kids in an underground car park for break.

When I saw on TV yesterday that Tony Blair was the only successful Labour Prime for a while then I must say, he probably did more harm to Labour than good because he helped the Conservative establish their current modus operandi.

I now find myself, having to contact social services because I am concerned about a lack of care for children in private school facilities.

My local council is busy housing the poor in far away areas whilst the new residents of Tower Hamlets, who work and earn have to pay through the nose for small private schools, that have to rely on local parks to even have somewhere to take their kids in their breaks.

My local private school has put razor wire all around the premises but uses our local parks as outlet for their lack of space.

But, it is the local residents who pay through their service bills for the up-keep of parks and streets. ASB charges for leaseholders have trebled when in the past the Home Office just paid for police officers to be placed in localities around the city. Now police officers have been reduced and local residents have to pay to fund council employed police officers and ASB patrols through local landlords, when in fact a lot of ASB is being brought on by commercial activities in local parks, which attract drug dealers and hooligans to come into our neighbourhoods.

Unforgotten

Watched this new series shown on ITV with interest. I generally now watch much more ITV than BBC. But what this Unforgotten series really shows is, and I really should post this on my Neighbourhood Watch blog instead, is, that those who ask you to ‘not grass’ are not your friends but your enemies.

Only wrongdoers ask you not to grass.

Even if you think that you have made it, nobody ever finds out about your sins, you are mistaken.

Then you set up your life, get into respectable ways of life, all with a crime hanging over you and you have kids, a partner and all rely upon each other, because that is what we do, we prop each other up in relationships.

But then, the wrongdoing comes out and everything goes up in smoke. Your kids, your partner, all who rely on you suffer from the previous wrong-doing, that you thought stayed undetected.

And talking of forgotten, from all the films I am watching it’s the criminals who kill and bury their own members in unknown locations, so that nobody ever finds them.

It’s those on the side of the law who get remembered.

So, as a principle, I fully support everybody who wants to report wrongdoing and crime, even anonymously as it has a chain-reaction, that wrong-doing and it ruins lives.

unrecognizable

took part in a Teams meeting yesterday and could not see myself in the list of 50 attendees. I scrolled up and down, and clearly being the first to log in, I MUST surely be there.

But, I had changed my hairstyle. I thought who is that intelligent looking person and then, at the very end, it dawned on me, that this was me.

With the new hairstyle I did not recognize myself.

a virtual world on Klondike

Over those long stay-at-home days, I have taken to trying out yet another farming game and this is called Klondike. It is surprisingly complicated as you have to produce things, both farming and material, using raw material that you either find or produce in factories, you have to build from materials you have made.

You will quickly find out that you have to deplete natural resources to make money and produce goods needed for materials.

Additionally, you may travel to other destimations using sleds or planes or trains.

You may export and import goods and produce from other levels and you can transport your goods and must manufacture certain items on other levels.

This is quite realistic when it comes to real world import and export and production of items on the local level that then gets exported and imported.

If this game had a realistic algorythm, which is bound to the actual seasonal production of agricultural products, one could feed the world on a game like this.

A virtual world created by computer programmers, who could then be staffed by ‘gamers’ who have to ensure that local products are distributed evenly all over the world, so that all have enough to eat at all times. The term game-maker could be appropriate for this too and not just Olympics.

Of course its more complicated with weather and conflict put together but it would make a realistic modelling structure to try and achieve real equality all over the world.

Nationals with large rain forests for example could be planned in for needing extra other resources and the people’s in such nations could be trained in jobs, which enable them to earn a living other than chopping down their forests to make money.

Or scientific advances could be programmed in to enable new technology to be employed like capturing extra carbon from the atmosphere to produce air plane fuel from as a product.

I think we need such a world game to program in what is actually available and that such knowledge and resources need to be shared out all over so that we get no left-behind regions of the world.

Poor areas, left to themselves, always develop undesirable political systems, ending in tyranny and disaster for the rest of us.

Bank holidays being eroded

Since the advent of banking Apps bank holidays are being eroded.

One bank issued a bank statement on 24. December for credit card customers. When we all know that this is Christmas eve. Then on Bank holiday 25. we get the notification of the bank statement being available online.

Another service provider, this time in the domestic fuels field, found out that benefits customers get paid on 24. December, the day before Christmas and debited all end of the month direct debits for fuels on the 24. to then just send another email on Christmas, the 25. December to say that they are so sorry they taken the money early. Please contact them to get reimbursed if bank costs resulted int he early DD.

So, that would have been unthinkable in traditional bank holiday times for sure.

Whilst they still do not debit or credit accounts on the 25. or 26. December itself, they do action admin functions and keep the Apps going.

Having a very peaceful time

Christmas flowers

This Christmas is turning out a major source of rest and peace for us. I love it when shops are closed on Boxing Day, as it used to be. This closure emphasizes the restful period we have.

Putting up Christmas lights makes the house look warm and cosy. That’s what I love most about Christmas, which I now see as a festival to break up the long boring winter.

All the people wishing me Happy Christmas mean well and I thank them very much.

I actually managed to get my daughter to like Christmas Pudding this year. Bought only a small, one portion one and with double cream it tasted good.

Again this year, I went for a fruity theme. More fruit than cake and sweets.

I would love to share this wonderful time- at least remotely with my other children and grandchildren but can’t force them to contact me. There is plenty of opportunity to use Teams or other applications but they just don’t seem to want to need me at Christmas.

I do not want to buy their love with gifts. I think gifts should be an expression of feeling good about each other and not a bribe. So, I have not bought any gifts for my kids and grand kids from whom I didn’t hear anything all year, with the exception of some abusive phone calls.

Whatever brings one of my children to do that, I do not know but I can’t help those who do not want to be helped.

I’ve always done my utmost to assist. Whatever makes children not need their parents any longer is beyond me. I thought it is part of the natural human nature to try and stay connected with relatives. Most of us can’t help thinking about their parents, their childhood, their youth and all the stages of life. So why try to cut it out of one’s memory.

No home-made cake for me this year. Trying to keep up the good weight..

Surely my grandchildren will be asking their parents where the grand mother or father is and I really do not know what my kids tell their children why I can’t see them. I have not come to the bottom of this yet, why all my kids do no longer want to be in contact with me. I certainly haven’t done anything dreadful to them.

Perhaps because my grandchildren are all still quite young as I started having children quite late in life, they can’t make their own enquiries yet. But once they get older, the Internet must be leaving some clues.

Toothless and jobless

It doesn’t really matter for us underlings which strategy Britain has towards the EU as we rely on the infrastructure they build to even survive. We have no decision-making powers whatsoever and better put up and shut up.

Shutting up is very wise for me at present because not only have the British succeeded in keeping me out of work but they also managed to remove almost all of my teeth without replacing them.

When I came to Britain in 1977 I had a job and I had a mouth full of teeth.

At the last occasion, when I had dental treatment, the dentist spent prolonged time to remove one of my healthy upper teeth. He drilled and drilled and broke and extracted. completely and utterly ridiculous to extract a healthy tooth because there is some surrounding soft tissue skin problem. I had no choice but to comply because had I refused, they would have refused treating the infection anyway and then blamed me for having refused treatment.

But there we are, we underling patients have no way whatsoever to argue with our NHS heroes. Saying anything makes us immediately complicated and unpleasant patients.

I think dental services are the abyss of the NHS. They have no bigger problem but doing people’s teeth. There is almost not one person in the public domain with bad teeth. Teeth are the epithamy of leadership and admiration.

So if they remove your teeth, that is just an expression of showing you that you have no power and that is the way they bully you these days.

I refuse to spend my last penny for having private treatment for the teeth the NHS has removed. I think they should have an ‘A tooth for a tooth’ policy. If the NHS removes a tooth, they should have a duty to replace it.

But so far I’ve had no luck. I am not being given a denture that I can wear.

Love cooking

Just wonderful, I’ve never seen a depressed or unhappy cook. They all love what they do and enjoy eating it. Saturday mornings, brings a large selection of cookery programs on a lot of channels.

Photo by Daniela Constantini on Pexels.com

flu vaccination

Haven’t had a flu vaccination for years. I tried it once but then got severe dandruff. I don’t know whether that is connected but it put me off.

Managed to cope with winter illness by exercising and keeping the body busy. Of course that is hard when we have lock-down, gyms and pools are closed. Apparently there is a debate in parliament about this on Monday, 23. November 2020 as a lot of people are cheesed off about gyms and pools being closed.

Just as Adam Peaty managed to set a new 100 m breaststroke short course record only last week. We are all fuming, we can’t get into pools.

That is me as official at the British summer champs.

Now I am gettting these letters, telling me that I need to book a flu vaccination because it is advisable

I go on one of the countless health apps. There is

My GP – NHS – Patient Access – NHS Covid and now also Healthily.

Why is it not possible to opt for digital letters from the NHS via the NHS app? Why do I need to go onto healthily?

Anyhow, when I tried to make an appointment for the flu jab, as those letters more than make people hysterical, I could not get one. The pharmacies are all out of flu vaccine. Doh.

So I can’t get access to the flu jab but I am promised a speedy Covid jap when it comes out. Doh again.

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