My name is Max Rams, and for me this was my third time coming back to Israel volunteering with SAR EL. Each experience with Sar EL has had both similarities and differences. Similar in that I was there to help do things that the IDF needed done so that soldiers could concentrate on what they needed to do, yet different because this time as the pilot announced that we are now in Israeli air space. I said to myself that I was home. Thank You Sar EL.
As you land you start to wonder what you will be doing and who you are going to meet. I think not knowing where you are going is part of the excitement. On this trip I was going to Matzrap which is a medical base responsible for all of the medical supplies for the entire IDF. I had first heard a lot of good things about Matzrap and how important it is to the IDF from other volunteers on previous trips.
Getting to the base, we then get a chance to see our actual accommodations, and I have to say they were very nice. The men stayed on one floor and the women stayed on another. For the men the showers and everything else that we needed was just down the hall and I am sure that it was the same for the women. Our rooms were very spacious and even had air conditioning. Did I tell you that you could do your own laundry here?
Each day started with breakfast at the hadar ochel (dining room), followed by flag raising, the singing of Hatikvah, and the Madrichot giving us the news of the day. (every day a different person had the opportunity to raise the flag)
We were given army uniforms, and there was also a little ceremony where the Madrichot presented us with two shoulder epaulettes for our shirts that clearly identified us as volunteers.
Before starting our work assignmentsm we were introduced to various people on the base, including the base commander..He welcomed us to the base and also gave us a synopsis of what this base does for the IDF. The commander spoke in Hebrew and one of our Madrichot translated.. Hopefully after a few more times volunteering with Sar-El I might be fluent enough in Hebrew to not need someone translating for me.
Various jobs on this base included packing vests for the medics, packing the large bags used in setting up field hospitals, checking unused vests and medical bags for out-of-date or soon to expire equipment and supplies, and distribution of all of the above.
We would have a break for lunch and come back to continue our work in the afternoon. If we finished early. Instead of going back to the barracks we always looked to help the other volunteers do what they were doing.
After our jobs were completed for the day we went back to the barracks. We showered and got ready for dinner. The day did not end there. We had an evening activity that was planned by the Madrichot. This activity educated us on the State of Israel, The IDF, Hebrew Slang and so much more.
This was our routine for the time that we were there. I would not change a thing.
This story first appeared in the Hamilton Jewish News and is reproduced with the permission of the author.
Sar-El Proposal on Masada!
After many years of thinking about participating in Sar-El Janice and I finally committed to volunteering for a 3 week period this past March.
What Janice didn’t know was that I also had another motive for going to Israel. I was going to propose to her after knowing her for 50 years with a 40 year interlude!
Read the rest of the story here.
Bernie compiled a week by week diary of his Sar-El tour complete with photos and commentary.
By Ruth M.
It was on a ‘UJA Walk With Israel’ last summer that I first heard about Sar-El. My cousin’s wife and I had been swapping travel stories- She was telling me about her travels through France and I was telling her about my recent tour of Israel that had been a long-anticipated retirement gift to myself. I expressed my desire to visit Israel again, but without the traditional tour experience.
That was when she told me about her mother’s involvement with Sar-El. It sounded like exactly what I had been looking for- time in Israel, plus the ability to support the country in a meaningful and tangible way while allowing me the time and flexibility to explore the country on my own. That was when my investigations began.
After searching for Sar-El on the internet, watching related YouTube videos and reading reviews, it seemed ideal. I would be able to choose my date and length of stay- from 1 to 3 weeks. In return for my labour on an IDF base I would be provided with room, board, a uniform, educational experiences, as well as the opportunity to meet other like-minded individuals from around the world and of varying ages.
It was at this point that I made contact with Vera at Canada’s National Sar-El office, based in Toronto. She proceeded to send me contact information for the local area rep. in order to arrange for a face-to-face interview. After receiving approval from him I completed the on-line application form, passed a physical from my family physician, then eagerly awaited acceptance from Sar-El in Israel.
Upon receiving confirmation of acceptance into the program, all further communications with Sar-El Canada staff were helpful and timely. This was reassuring for an inexperienced traveler like myself. I decided on the 2-week option. What I actually experienced surpassed my expectations. Shortly before my start date I received a meeting point, a packing list as well as a schedule of volunteer dates and time on my own. I was able to pre-plan my stay in Israel, taking advantage of new sights and destinations as well as allowing me the opportunity to revisit adventures from the previous year.
We met at the predetermined location at Ben Gurion Airport where we were introduced to our Madrichah- the soldier who was responsible for our group for the coming week. From there we were bussed to our designated army base. Women and men were housed in barracks on separate floors where we shared a room with 2 or 3 others from our group. After an initial orientation, we settled in for work the next day. During the two weeks that I spent with the program, we volunteers completed tasks ranging from sorting and filling ration bags, rewiring combat helmets, organizing and loading skids, packing medical supplies, and more.
Working next to my fellow volunteers led to wonderful new experiences and challenges and a strong sense of comradeship. Each week we met a new group of people from diverse backgrounds, making friends and creating a bond as we all worked towards a similar goal while fulfilling our own personal hopes and goals in the process. “Would you do it again?”, I was asked. Without hesitation my answer is, “Yes.”
Ruth M. is a retired teacher living in Burlington.
By Steve Schaefer
When volunteering for Sar El, my wife and I once were working at a base not far from Kibbutz Sde Boker, where Prime Minister David Ben-Gurion had a second home. He loved the Negev and believed that the future of the State of Israel depended upon populating the Negev. On an afternoon excursion, our volunteer group had the opportunity to visit Sde Boker. With that, another opportunity opened for me – to honour both my Uncle Yakov and David Ben-Gurion.
Uncle Yakov was a pioneer (Halutz) having come to Palestine from Germany as a young man in the late 1920’s. He had been a member of the Blau-Weis (Blue-White) and later the He-Halutz (Pioneer) youth movements, both Zionist organizations. The latter prepared Jewish youth for making Aliyah (immigrating) to Palestine. Prior to emigrating to Palestine Uncle Yakov was sponsored by He-Halutz in studying cheese making in Germany and Switzerland. He spent his life working for dairies in Palestine/Israel managing the manufacture of many different cheeses. He was sent by the Jewish Agency to Holland to purchase the first automated milking machine for Palestine.
He never ran for political office but was a member of Ben-Gurion’s Labour party. He often wrote background material for politicians to use in their speeches, and he admired Ben-Gurion greatly. He also admired one of Ben-Gurion’s protégés, Teddy Kollek, who was mayor of Jerusalem for almost thirty years.
When Uncle Yakov retired, he moved into a seniors home in Tel Aviv which had a very small pottery studio with a small kiln. He had done some painting before he retired, but he had always wanted to be a sculptor. He especially desired to sculpt a life size bust of Ben-Gurion and give it as a present to Teddy Kollek. However, the kiln in the studio was too small for a full size bust, so he created the sculpture in two sections, which fit together.
By the time he finished the sculpture he was well into his eighties and no longer able to travel to Jerusalem to present the sculpture to Mayor Kollek. Therefore, he asked my cousin Yudit, his daughter, to present it to Kollek. However, after many frustrating attempts to get an appointment with Mayor Kollek, my uncle gave up and presented the sculpture to my wife and me. The sculpture had a place of honour in our house for many years.
On the Sar El excursion to Sde Boker we visited Ben-Gurion’s house, where I saw a copy of the photograph that my uncle had used in creating his sculpture of Ben-Gurion. I told the docent who was leading our group about my Uncle Yakov and the bust of Ben-Gurion. I suggested that the bust might be better located in the museum at Sde Boker than in my house. I asked whether she thought that Kibbutz Sde Boker would like to have the sculpture. The following year when my wife and I came to volunteer with Sar El, we first delivered the bust of Ben-Gurion to the museum in Sde Boker. Now it sits on a pedestal in an acrylic case in the lecture room of the museum with a brief written description of the pioneer cheese maker, who became a sculptor when he was in his seventies. After wandering without a home and living in the Diaspora for many years, my uncle’s “David Ben-Gurion” sculpture is permanently back where I think it always was meant to be – in Ben-Gurion’s kibbutz in the Negev in the State of Israel.
I have been a regular Sarel participant since 2008 and have always found the experience enjoyable and rewarding. On my most recent tour, however, something unparalleled took place- an experience that will remain with me for the rest of my life. By way of background: My late parents were Hungarian holocaust survivors, the horrors of which included the internment of my father in Auschwitz. Because of this, as often happens in such families, my father downplayed my Jewishness in order to protect me from ever having to endure what he had. I understood and appreciated why my father did as he did, but as I grew older, I increasingly embraced and expressed my Jewishness. The fact remained, though, I never did have a bar mitzvah.
One afternoon after our workday, two of my fellow Sarelniks and I were chatting casually in our dorm and my own history came up. They asked whether I had ever had a bar mitzvah, and I said no. They said they knew of a situation where a bar mitzvah was held on a base for a Jewish man who had never had one.
I will never forget my response. Without a second‘s hesitation, I declared “I want that!“. Clearly, something inside me that had remained dormant for decades in that instant came to the fore. I asked my buddies if they could try and arrange this. The matter got boosted up the chain through our madrichim to the base commander, and at 6:45 a.m. the following Monday, at age 74, I was having my bar mitzvah! This on an IDF base in the middle of the Negev.
The sincere joy expressed by the Israeli soldiers and civilians who attended was palpable. And there was no questioning as to why an old guy like me was doing this, how come I was not conversant with all the rituals, and so on. One of the soldiers took it on himself to mentor me. (He could not speak English and my Hebrew is equivalent to a 3-year-old’s, but fortunately, we could communicate in French.) I did know the blessings for the Torah reading, and they gladly filled in for me regarding the other requirements.
One of the attendees even came armed with a pocketful of traditional hard candies to fling at me as I carried the Torah through the synagogue, and a table was set out back with celebratory snacks for us to enjoy after services.
Apparently, word had got out about this event, such that soldiers who had not been there that morning and whom I had never met, came up to me to wish me mazal tov. I was so elated, and still am, regarding the entire experience.
I want to thank my roomies for planting the seed, the madrichim for carrying the idea further, and the soldiers and commanders involved in organizing the event. And above all, I thank G-d for blessing me in this way.
beyond my expectations !
What can I tell you? Let’s see…
1) This was actually my 3rd trip not my fourth. Next year will be my
2) I was at [base name removed]* again — the Sar-El Hilton. This has been the only base I have served on. After listening to other people, I may request that this be the only base I be sent to.
3) A lot of people complained about the food. I didn’t, as I loved the food.
4) Accommodations were great. I found the cots extremely comfortable and slept really well. Also, I found the showers (a real necessity after doing physical work all day) to be great.
5) The madrichot were, as usual, excellent. The group we had were very entertaining.
6) I worked for the same supervisor that I had last year. She is very efficient and a joy to work for. There was a lot of work; the days went by very fast; and I enjoyed it all.
7) Airport arrival was a problem as there was no Sar-El reps available when I arrived. I ended up wandering around a lot (along with a number of other Sar-El-niks) trying to find someone, but eventually they arrived. It would be better if there could be a sign or something to let us know where to congregate.
8) This year we had 2 outings. There was a special 1-day trip to an archeological dig. It was fascinating. But I did feel a little guilty in abandoning my workplace supervisor for the day. I think it would be good to let the supervisors know well in advance when the volunteers will not be there.
9) On the negative side, we had 3 nights of special speakers. Too many in my opinion. But that’s just me.
10) Overall, I had a great time. For me, this is a vacation!
*Editor’s note.. as requested by the IDF, we don’t publish the names of bases. We also don’t publish the full name of the volunteer to protect their privacy.
This was my first experience with Sar-El. Although the weather was very rainy and colder than I expected my time was wonderful. I met beautiful people and the work in the warehouse with Amnon was better than I could imagine. The 2 outings were great. The food was very good. I ate very well. The matricot were so sweet and helpful, especially little Noa in the 1st 3 week session and in the 2nd session all 3 girls were more than helpful. I will definitely do Sar-El again.
On my weekends I spoke with people from all over and told them about the program. They were very interested and I hope some end up volunteering as well. I have only good to talk about my experience, even with the disappearing toilet paper and loss of heat my last night. The leaders immediately got us extra blankets though I did not need one. I thank Sor-El for the opportunity to go to this program. My only difficulty is the cost of air fare from Canada. It may be a few years until I can make it back, but I will do so.
Best regards. Ellen Ricki F.