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Winnipeg-born writer Sidura Ludwig turns newfound passion for baking challah into new picture book
By MYRON LOVE With her latest book, “Rising” (published by Candlewick Press in the United States), acclaimed Winnipeg-born author Sidura Ludwig has taken her career in a slightly different direction.
According to publicist Evan Munday (who works for Penguin Random House Canada, the Canadian distributor of the book), “Rising” is “a quiet, joyful story celebrating a Jewish mother’s tradition of making challah with her child. A child and a mother measure, mix, knead, shape, and tuck their dough under a towel like a sleeping baby, then wait while their dough rises, soon to be baked and gratefully shared at a Shabbat gathering with loved ones.”
In “Rising,” he continues, “Sidura turns a Jewish family’s gathering into a lesson in patience, slowing down, faith, and love.”
He adds that there is an easy-to-follow recipe for challah at the end of the book – along with a glossary and an author’s note describing the personal meaning of her family’s weekly ritual.
He describes “Rising” as “a much needed picture book that acts as both an exultation and balm in this time of exploding antisemitism in North America.”
As was reported in earlier stories about Sidura Ludwig in the pages of The Jewish Post & News, the daughter of Israel and Maylene Ludwig has been writing seriously since she was a teenager. She left Winnipeg originally in 1994 to study at York University. After graduation, she was back here for a year working as a teacher’s assistant, then went back east to study journalism at Carleton. In between, she married and she and her husband eventually settled in Thornhill in 2004.
Sidura noted in an earlier story that she worked for a time as a journalist and in communications – largely on a freelance basis before starting a family. Her first book, a novel, “Holding My Breath,” was published in 2007.
She pointed out that, as a young mother, she didn’t have a lot of time to read novels and, as a result, gravitated to short stories – which was always her first love.
“I had started on a second novel,” she notes, “but it just wasn’t working for me. I began to focus on the individual characters and develop each as a short story.”
She noted that she set herself a goal of trying to send out five submissions a week and, after a year, had nine short stories published in different media. That gave her the confidence that there was enough interest in the stories to approach a publisher. The result was her second book , “You Are Not What We Expected” (published in 2020), which recounts the lives of the multi-generational Levine family and their neighbours over a period of 15 years, capturing the celebration, transitions and drama in their lives.
In November 2021,Sidura was presented with the Vine Award for fiction for “You Are Not What We Expected.” You could rightly say that Sidura Ludwig was “over the moon” about being named the winner of that award for her first collection of short stories. (The Vine Awards for Canadian Jewish Literature “honour both the best Canadian Jewish writers and non-Jewish Canadian authors who deal with Jewish subjects in Fiction, History, Non-Fiction, Young Adult/Children’s literature, and Poetry”. Each winning author receives a prize of $10,000. The 2021 three-person jury reviewed 42 entries to the Fiction, History, Non-Fiction and Young Adult/Children’s categories.)
Earlier that year, Ludwig graduated from a Masters Degree program in Fine Arts, specializing in writing books for children and young adults at the Vermont College of Fine Arts. “Rising” is in that genre.
Ludwig’s first children’s book was inspired by her own new-found love of baking challah four years ago when Covid lockdowns were in place.
“With everything turned upside down, I was looking for a way to reintroduce some consistency, something familiar into our lives,” the mother of three teenagers recalls. “As I was stuck at home, I began waking up early on Friday mornings, mixing the dough and baking challah following a recipe. It became my anchor. It was something quiet and peaceful I could do on a regular basis. As well as showing my love for my family, I felt a spiritual connection.”
“Rising” was illustrated by Tel Aviv-based expatriate Canadian illustrator Sophie Vincent Guy.who now lives in Tel Aviv. “Rising” is scheduled to be arriving in book stores in a couple of weeks with a launch in Winnipeg set for Thursday, June 6, at McNally Robinson.
Sidura is currently working on some picture books for younger children and a novel intended for middle grade students. The latter is entitled “Swan” and is based on the life of 19th century Nova Scotian Anna Swan, who grew to be 8’ tall. The book, published by Nimbus Publishing is due out in September.
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100-year-old Lil Duboff still taking life one day at a time
By MYRON LOVE Last march, Lil Duboff celebrated her 100th birthday in a low key manner.
“I have always been a laid back kind of person,” says the Shaftesbury retirement home resident. “I just celebrated with my family.”
Lil Duboff’s life journey began in Russia in 1925. “I was six months old when we came to Winnipeg,” she says. “Most of my extended family had come before. We were supposed to leave Russia at the same time, but my mother was pregnant with me and my parents waited until after I was born.”
The former Lil Portnoy, the daughter of Hy and Pessie, grew up the youngest of five siblings in a large and loving family in the old north end Jewish community. Upon his arrival in Winnipeg, her father, Hy, joined his father, Jack, and his brothers, Nathan and Percy, in the family business, Perth’s Cleaners, which was established in 1914.
Following the education path of most Jewish Winnipeggers in the period between the wars and into the 1950s, Duboff started her schooling at Peretz School – although she attended William Whyte School for most of her elementary schooling, supplemented by evening classes at Peretz School – followed by Aberdeen School and St. John’s Tech for high school.
The family, she recalls, belonged to the Beth Jacob Synagogue on Selkirk Avenue.
After completing high school, Duboff took a business course and joined the workforce. She first worked at Perth’s, then Stall’s, and lastly, Silpit Industries – which was owned by Harry Silverberg. (Harry Silverberg was one of the wealthier individuals in our community and a community leader who contributed generously to our communal institutions.)
It was while working at Silpit Industries that Lil Portnoy met Nathan Duboff. “Nathan worked in the shipping department,” she recalls. “We dated for three or four years before getting married.”
They wed in 1953 at the Hebrew Sick Hall on Selkirk Avenue. The bride was pregnant soon after and quit work to look after her family. The couple had three children: Chuck, Neil and Cynthia.
The family lived in the Garden City area. While Nathan continued to work for Harry Silverberg for a time – at his Brown and Rutherford lumber business, he later moved to Portage Lumber as sales manager, and then Dominion Lumber, finally retiring as sales manager for McDermot Lumber in 1995.
During those years Lil did what many married Jewish women did and put her time in as a volunteer with different Jewish organizations. She served as president of the Chevra Mishnayes Congregation sisterhood and the ORT chapter to which she belonged. She also volunteered with B’nai B’rith Women and Jewish Child and Family Service.
Her leisure activities included playing mahjong with friends and enjoying – with Nathan – the ballet and the symphony. There were also all the holiday gatherings with the extended family and summers spent at the family cottage in Gimli.
In the mid-1980s, Lil and Nathan sold their Garden City home and moved to a condo on Cambridge in the south end. After Nathan’s sudden passing in 2003, Lil continued living at Cambridge Towers until three years ago when her declining physical health required her to move into assisted living at the Shaftesbury.
While Lil Duboff suffers from many of the complaints of old age, such as limited eyesight and hearing, and other health issues, she retains a clear and positive frame of mind. She appreciates that her children all still live in Winnipeg and visit frequently. She happily reports that she also has five grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.
“It’s different living here (at the Shaftesbury),” she observes. “I don’t see as many people as I used to. But I am accepting my limitations and take life one day at a time. You never know what tomorrow might bring.”
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The First Time: A Memoir
By DAVID R. TOPPER Nearly every life has a series of “first times,” no matter how long or short one lives. The first day of school, or the first bicycle – these quickly come to mind. Probably because of the deep and wide reading I’ve been doing for a story I wrote, I recalled another “first” in my life. It came to me with the same chill up my spine as on the day it happened. And that was long ago.
I’m now into my early 80s and this event is from the late 1960s when I was finishing my PhD, which required that I pass a second language test. It was the last essential test, since I was finishing up my dissertation. In the early 1960s, as an undergraduate, I had taken German for the language requirement and naturally I opted for German for the graduate requirement too. Relevant here is the fact that of all the undergraduate courses I took, the only subject for which I had poor grades was – you guessed it? – German, where I got less than As and Bs.
On the day appointed, I walked across campus to the German department and took the test. The task was to translate a page of text. I can’t recall the content or anything about it. But the result was sent to me and – I suppose not surprisingly – I didn’t pass. I was informed that I could make an appointment with a member of the department to go over the test and to get some tutoring to help me prepare for another try.
But where is the “first in my life” that this memoir is all about? As said above, I only recently recalled this “first.” The trigger was a newscast that Yale University professor Timothy Snyder was moving to the University of Toronto because of the recent presidential elections in the USA. This caught my attention because his monumental book, Black Earth, on the Holocaust in the shtetls of Eastern Europe during World War II, was so crucial to that story I wrote. Thus, my subconscious kicked in and that newscast led me back to when I met the tutor.
Frankly, I don’t remember much about that day. Not the time of year, or the weather. Except that I again walked across campus, this time to meet my German tutor. Even so, I only remember three things about the tutor – beyond the fact that it was woman. She was much older than me and she spoke with a thick accent.
We sat at a table, she to my left, and in front of us on the table was my translation sheet covered with corrections in red; the original German text was beside it, to the right. Slowly she went over my translation, pointing out my mistakes. I sat, focusing on what I did wrong and listening to her suggestions for what I should have done – when, for a brief moment, she reached across my sheet to point to a German word in the original text. With her left hand and her bare arm right in front of me – I saw something on the underside of that arm.
At the time, I knew about this. I had read about it. But back in the late 1960s I had never seen it for real – in the flesh. Really. Yes, “in the flesh” isn’t a metaphor. Indeed, I’m getting the same chill now just thinking about it, as I did when I saw it – for the first time.
On the inside of that arm, she had a tattoo – a very simple tattoo – just a five-digit number. Nothing else.
I was so rattled by this that I couldn’t focus on what she was saying anymore. The tattoo blurred out much of everything else for the rest of the day.
Fortunately, this happened near the end of our meeting, and I apparently absorbed enough of her help so that when I did take the test the second time – I passed. And here I am: a retired professor after many years of teaching.
Even today, that first tattoo is still seared in my mind. Oh, and that’s the third thing I’ll always remember about the tutor who helped me pass that key test on the road to my PhD.
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