Some Reminiscences About Weddings in Israel
Israel was born in 1948 and besides roads and houses for immigrants, a new industry sprang up.
Israel was born in 1948 and besides roads and houses for immigrants, a new industry sprang up.
That’s how my classmates from Israel remember me. And I like it. It’s like giving me an endearing nickname. Because I loved Yugoslavia.
I remember one event that changed my childhood: In 1945, France was liberated and its citizens who were in refugee camps in Switzerland were offered train tickets to return home.
Yom Hashoah was very present in our lives these last few days. I commemorated the deaths of my aunts, uncles, and cousins who were killed.
When asked to talk about how I survived World War II, I am fortunate that in my family we talked freely about the war and what happened to us.
When I gave birth to my three perfect baby daughters, each born almost two years apart, little did I think what they would be like when they themselves would become mothers.
“And the old woman forgot to die” was a memorable sentence in a book by Lisa See. I had a grandmother about whom one could have said that sentence.
On a recent Saturday morning, I felt the slight touch of a hand on my face. It was Jackson, our seven-year-old grandson, with a big smile on his cheery face.
You learn many things in life, and from many people, but never as much as from the people who raise you.
It has been many years since World War II, and I continue to bear witness to what I remember.