I'm not reviewing the Hebrew Academy as a school, but only the grounds as a place I've loved to walk through much of my life. The history of the Academy is worth looking into, established by Seattle's oldest continuously existing synogogue. Once it was bustling. Now it's far quieter but still a well-kept historical building of great beauty.
On city walks on Capitol Hill, for the decades that I lived on the Hill, I'd often end up on 18th following the street to its very end, where it gutters into a weedy abandoned parking lot for the Academy. Across from the lot is an artificial "mountain" with a niche built into its face, and a smaller niche above that. The main "cave" used to have an ancient-looking stone table, but antisemites smashed it to pieces in the 1980s. Until then I'd take privileged friends there for a dark, beautifully grim and gothic picnic. When the table was in pieces, I still loved to sit in there and meditate. On top of this "hill" was an old game court gone to meadow.
The rusticity and feeling of an ancient ruin was so wonderful to me, right in the center of an urban housing neighborhood, a place really to get away. Since leaving Seattle I've had dreams of returning to the niche, of living there like a hermit in some Victorian lord's garden folly. When I look back on my life, amidst whatever might be regarded as important or an achievement or an event I experienced, there'll be to my dying day remembrances of long walks ending in rustic solitude and meditative dreams of glorious extinction.
I haven't been back there in the last decade since leaving Seattle. I fear going again, as that street was being quickly "filled in" with more houses and the Academy may well have sold the parking lot and game court and it's all now dug out and replaced with rich peoples' houses. I hope not. But that's the usual fate of things of our dreams. read more