My favorite Moshava memory is laughing into the microphone to wake up the camp.

Stewart Kety
Chanich Years: 1972-73

My favorite Moshava memory is talking to the nurse in Wildrose Memorial Hospital. She was trying to make me relax after a severe asthma attack, so she told me: "Don't worry, you're being taken care of by a very good doctor. He delivered me." I may have been mistaken, but I was reasonably sure that she was in her mid forties or older. Needless to say, I immediately began to worry ...

Larry Rublin
Chanich Years: 1971,72,73,75,76,77
Tzevet Years: 1979
Tafkidim Held: Radio guy

My favorite Moshava memory is getting off the bus and seeing all my friends and making new ones.

Melissa Lustman
Chanich Years: 2007-2011

Shabbat, Moish Kushner being my Rosh Mosh and singing, "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore" around a medurah, walking up the hill to Mach Hach after ghost stories downstairs, and getting to know Debbie.

Lori Lennon

Chanicha, 1967-1972

The year was about 1985, and Rabbi Kushner had recruited some twenty kids from Mexico for Moshava. They had arrived with a translator. Friday afternoon, I had just finished jogging,and was about to enter the doctor's trailer to get ready for Shabbos, when Moish ran over (from his neighboring trailer) and said:"I put one of the Mexican kids on your bed, he's had a stomach-ache all day".

I went inside, to find a 12-year-old writhing in pain on my bed-with no translator, and my Spanish in nil. Examination revealed the boy needed immediate medical attention that the camp could not provide. I ran to Moish and told him that we had to go to Oshkosh Hospital quick, before Shabbos. When we got there, there was a sign at the entrance:"On-call Doctor, Pedro Gonzalez". I told him :"Great, at least you can speak Spanish with the kid". He laughed:"You're from the Jewish camp, what do you need Spanish-translation for;you need someone who speaks Hebrew!".

In any case, he said that Oshkosh couldn't help us, we needed the facilities in Nina. We drove like crazy back to the camp, and while Moish filled his old station-wagon with food for two for Shabbos, I ran to find long-time nurse Rosalie Novick. She and I looked up the kid's medical records, and to our horror, Joseph Goldberg's parents hadn't signed the medical authorization.  We called them in Mexico City, and told them to call Nina.

Then Moish sped off, with only one hour till the real time of Shabbos. I didn't hear from Moish after Shabbos, and it wasn't till Sunday afternoon that Moish showed up again. His speeding had attracted Wisconsin's finest, but when they pulled Moish over and found out the reason that he was speeding, the state-trooper escorted "The Rabbi" to Nina's Hospital.  There, Joseph had surgery and was OK. But Shabbos morning Moish got a shock when two sets of "parents" showed up. It turns out that I hadn't noticed that we had two Joseph Goldberg's from Mexico City, first-cousins named after the same grandfather. Min Hashamayim,by pure luck, I had called the right set of parents. But they weren't sure that I had called the right parents, so, scared over the boy's fate, all four of them flew up Friday.  Landing at O'Hare,they all took a cab(for the then exorbitant price of $450) to Nina,Wisconsin.  With Joseph OK,they all spent a nice Shabbos till the long afternoon.

Moish shared his Shabbos meal with them, but he had packed only food for two, not five(Joseph was in no shape to eat).  Moish quickly ran out of food, and in the long afternoon, became dizzy and told the nurses about it: so they admitted Moish and kept HIM overnight.  I don't know the moral of this story, except to say that Moshava must be so much fun that a kid will suffer pain all day and, of course, not go to the doctor till an hour before Shabbos(which,thank G-d, is on Moshava Time, and one hour early).

Larry Hirsch
Chanich Years: 1961-1965
Tzevet Years: 1979-1989,2006
Tafkidim Held: Doctor

My favorite Moshava memory is teaching a new song at EVERY MEAL for 3 weeks.

Levy Van Leeuwen
Chanich Years: 2
Tzevet Years: 9
Tafkidim Held: Madrich,Lifeguard

The Rosh Mosh calling my father telling him not to send me back to camp. Then my father had to beg them to take me back

Jeffrey Goffstein
Chanich, 1971-1973

Sugar cookies on shabbes from a bakery in South Bend, riding on the camp truck driven by Yossi Schechter,Shabbes benching and singing, Marshall Kaplan telling the story of Bonshe Shveig around a medura(campfire), learning to make our beds with perfect hospital corners(our clothes sat in a trunk on the floor next to our beds in our primative tents) and following Mordy Swimmer's "Amod-dom, Amod Noach" commands every morning at the beginning of the day's activities.  Met new friends from other cities.  These were two memorable years.

Sema Menora
Chanicha, 1949-1950

I had lots of fun during the three summers I went to camp and enjoyed making new friends - but the most memorable moment was when my parents came to pick me and my sister Elana up from camp a week early in order to put all of those Zionistic ideals into action by going straight to the airport to make Aliyah!

Uri Bank
Chanich, 1978-1980

When I came back to my kfutza at about 10pm and all 9 of my 9 year olds were crying because a bug bit one of them "in the eye". I never saw such a sight as this one.  They were pretty funny!  I loved being a madricha, and would love if any of my girls got in touch with me.

My friends and acquaintances are the best memories of all.  I'll never forget the fun we had, and the bonds we made.

Cara Ernstein
Tzevet, 1984