How My Father Shaped My Jewishness

By Herbert Munshine (Great Neck, NY)

My father never called me by what I call

my American name.

I was never Herbert, Herbie, Herb or even,

as a Scottish fellow teacher used to call me

during my time in West Africa for the Peace Corps,

Bertie. To my dad, I was always a very guttural “Chaim.”

I never questioned his choice.

(A Herb by any other name….)

To my teachers, my friends, my sisters,

I was Herb or Herbie but to my dad, I was consistently

Chaim. It was good and even comforting to be addressed

that way by him. In mature retrospection, I realize that

his use of the Hebrew name gave me my Jewish identity.

It’s as if he used the name to remind me of who I am:

a Jewish male, a descendant of a proud people,

a member of a not-so-massive group who love peace,

education, community, ambition;

a never-ending congregation whose members

represent the sacred holiness of life —

even in the face of constant enmity.

All this emanated from a name that has always

carried with it a truly deep meaning in the simple

yet complex translation: “Life!” In my final maturity,

as I reflect, even against my will,

I occasionally stumble onto wisdom

and realize the gentle options which

he offered up to me: Temple Emanuel visits

for major holidays, after-school Hebrew culture classes,

public school Hebrew language classes

(I won the Golden Ayin and was President

of the Hebrew Culture Club), two agonizing visits to

Jewish cemeteries. Even in the presence of death, I —

Chaim (my soul hears echoes of my father’s voice

together with a whisper of assurance from my mother) —

even in the midst of humbly resting Jewish souls

gone from one kind of community to

a much more peaceful one —

I am my father’s Chaim.

I am my lifetime definition

of a Jewish life!

Herbert Munshine grew up in the Bronx and graduated from C.C.N.Y. with both a B.S. in Education and a Master’s Degree in English. You can find his baseball poetry on Baseball Bard where he has had more than 100 poems published, and where he was recently inducted into that site’s Hall of Fame. He lives with his wife in Great Neck, NY.

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2 responses to “How My Father Shaped My Jewishness

  1. Douglas Shane's avatar Douglas Shane

    A lovely realization.
    The sentiment, that we Jews are “a descendant of a proud people, ,a member of a not-so-massive group who love peace, education, community, ambition; a never-ending congregation whose members represent the sacred holiness of life —even in the face of constant enmity,” made me wonder what happened to many of our people in Eretz Yisrael.
    Doubtless, decades of terrorist bombs and wars with their neighbors, hardened many.
    But if ever their was a time for Truth and Reconciliation, it is now.
    We are, after all, Semites, as are our Arab brothers and sisters.
    I hope yet to see Jeremiah’s “Peace, peace, and there is no peace,” proven wrong.

  2. Douglas Shane's avatar Douglas Shane

    I meant to add this article of interest to my previous comment: “The Divide” by Eyal Press in the April 6, 2026, New Yorker, a discussion about how October 7th affected American Jewish community.

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