Alllllooooooo, Shalom, Hi, to my dearest children, grandchildren, family, friends, neighbors, and who ever is interesting to read.
My dear daughter in law placed a sign in her home declaring : " POLITICS FREE ZONE". However, I am in Israel, the computer is in my domain at present, and I am busting with anger, with sorrow, and with pride.
It was a difficult day for me, yesterday. Ehud Olmert, ex Prim Minister, entered jail for Offense and Violation of the law. Yes, a corrupt individual, who stained the heritage of the nation, who brought Israel to its historic ebb.
It is also, sad to know, that Moshe Katzav, ex President of Israel is still serving time, in the same jail, for sex violation.
Proud, to know, we here in the land of Israel, are being judged as equals. No "discounts" to selected individuals regardless to their position. After all, we the people elected them.
On an other political topic I am sadden, or more accurately said, I am outrageously
angry, full of furor. At present, we are plagued with what its called The "Knife Intifada". The international news, twisting the truth telling it's readers, the Israeli army killing young Palestinian girls.
Those young girls, are "poisoned" by their family, by their teachers, by their media, that Killing the Jews are a holy action, in return for an awarded heaven.
As youngsters they look innocent, with their book bag hanging on their shoulder, they come close enough to the boarder control, or to just a passer by on the market, on the street pulling their knife or scissors and attack.
They all aware, that today, one will not come out alive in this act of violence.
In this knife Intifada, over 60 Israelis lost their life, about triple that, Palestinian.
As I was writing these lines, a 26 year old man, pulled a knife from his sleeve in the area of the Nablos gate, in the old city of Jerusalem attempting to attack security soldier. ( The news stated "the attacker was neutralized".)
This is all for my Politic corner today. I will now enter the FREE ZONE.....
So, after the soap under my bed sheet to prevent leg cramps at night, cabbage compress to my knee for relieving pain, I started to see a Druz (Arab, see Google.)
Psoriasis Healer. The fumes from the solution, he "paints" every patch of Psoriasis on my body, is reason enough to wear a gas mask, not to mention the burning sensation I experience for at least two hours there after. Well, you all want to hear results, YES ! YES ! it is drying. He still recommends the Dead Sea sun, but as he said: Ramat Gan sun can help too. ( In Ramat Gan I must be careful not to "bake" myself too long.)
Went to see, in three dimension, the last installment of Star War. Loved it, Harrison Ford and Carry Fisher, are looking more like me, and were welcomed on the screen with applause. Israeli audience loves Star War, the place was full.
Sorry, it is late and I decided not to check mistakes.
only in Israel.
I miss you all, sending my love from here.
Ima, Savta, The Shvig, Ludmilla, Estherika (to my M'raat A'chuii), me, Esther.
Shalom from Ramat Gan
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Hi to you all my dearest.
I guess Ayumi, Aiden, Elino'ar and Shir do not have a E-mail Address.
So, things in Israel are not happy now. This is the "Knife Season" or any other means of sharp objects war.
I went to Tel-Aviv today. Visited the HaKarmel market, and the Nachalat Benyamin Midrachov. Glad to report, the places were busting with people. Alenby St. looked like always, busy, busy, busy.
I shopped for wool in preparation to knit Jacob, Adam, and Avishay's scarves.
Good news, we are awaiting last approvals and signatures, for the start of the renovation of our buildings.
( 3 in the complex). Estimate starting date, February/March. What is driving the builder to start is the building across the street due for "Pinui/ Binui. Which mean, the old building will be leveled and a new one will be erected. The entire project, all 4, will be supervised by the same builders, saving time and $$$, man power, deliveries etc.
I visited cousin Esther Mandelbaum today, fed me lunch, sent regards to you all.
Had to change the the dates my staying at the Dead Sea.
The plan was, I will leave to the hotel on Sunday morning after my week end visit with Ditza. Could not
find car service, home pick up, in Jerusalem. Only option to travel is by bus from main bus station.
The car service companies, due to the unsafe situation, traveling to the Dead Sea via the territories, by way of Jerico refusing to start the trip in Jerusalem. I change my reservation by one day, leaving on Monday from Ramat-Gan. I will be picked up from home, and will return to my home 8 days later.
From Ramat-Gan/Tel Aviv, rout is south to Be'er Sheva, Arad, to the Dead Sea.
I already told you about the Rakevet Kala, ( translation: light train) being built. In Ramat Gan the train will be underground.
How do the Posner kids feel after their stomach episode ?
Take care, I love you all, Ima, Savta, The Shvig, Ludmilla, Me, Esther.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
Shalom from NYC
I said , why not ? Why write my letters only from Israel ? After all, I am not, as yet, finished telling all the "Good" family stories. I must credit Tanya, (my daughter), who continuously asks me to write the "stories" I tell her.
My Uncle, Chaim-Dovid, as he was called, came from America. Suddenly, I had an uncle, and no less but from America. Uncle Chaim-Dovid was my mother's brother, second child to a family of 13 children.
Never, until his arrival, did I remember his name mentioned. My Uncle came to visit his son Yankev, as we called him (Yaakov-Jacob). Cousin Yankev was married to Yospa, and they had two children, Moshe, and Noorit.
Yankev arrived in Israel at the end of the 1920s, as a pioneer with the left Zionist movement of HaShomer HaTzayir.
Though Yankev was my cousin, he was a bit older than my mother, she told me. Chaim-Dovid was 26 years my mother's senior. In our entire family that year, we counted 18 people, and now, an uncle came and we were 19. At his arrival, we were invited and we all gathered at Yankev and Yospa's apartment in Tel-Aviv. I was in awe, seeing this beautiful uncle from America. In my eyes he looked tall and large, with a shock of blond hair and a mustache. While Yankev had gray hair, father and son looked more like brothers. He wore a white cuffed shirt and a bow tie. What a beautiful Uncle from America I had !
During this visit, he gave presents, mostly to the adults. My mother received a red short sleeve cardigan made from, then, the new knit synthetic fabric. What was unique to the cardigan was the small gold color metal beads attached to the left side, chest area, in the shape of a crab(!) You can tell by now, this was not my mother's style, and I was given this cardigan. It was my prize possession for years, until I was about 16 or 17 years old, and the crab on my chest grew up with my new figure as a young woman (!!!!!)
Back to Chaim-Dovid. His grandson, Moshe, was celebrating his Bar-Mitzvah on this occasion. I am not sure of the amount of time Chaim-Dovid spent in Israel during this trip . My parents told me he flew on an airplane for 3 days from America to Israel, with several stops over on the way.
One year later, after the establishment of the state of Israel, Chaim-Dovid came again, this time with a lady name Suralae. There was no mention if she was his wife or just a lady friend. On this trip, Chaim-Dovid and Suralae used a boat as their means of transportation.
Again, I remember him beautiful, with his blond hair and his bow-tie.
The years that followed, my parents communicated with him by mail, where I learned he lived on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx.
I also learned he worked in the garment district of NYC, traveling daily two hours on the subway.
Some time during the 1950s, Yankev and Yospa moved to the USA, and my Uncle Chaim-Dovid did not come to visit Israel any longer.
During the time between Yom-Kippur and Succot, in 1961, the news of his death was told to my mother by Moshe, the grandson, who was already married, having stayed in Israel in spite his parents moving to America.
At the request of Yankev, who was not religious, my father said the customary Kaddish three times daily for one year. I remember, when I came for a holiday visit the eve of Succot, I was pregnant with my son Avishay. I observed my mother in her stocking feet and I was surprised to see my father returning from the market with a the Chalot (The Shabbat & Holiday bread). I asked about the unusual situation (my mother not wearing shoes,
my father doing the family shopping), when my mother said: " I don't have a brother any longer." After that, I cannot recall ever discussing my uncle Chaim-Dovid again with my parents.
Years later, when the family grew to more than 19 people, the story of Chaim-Dovid was told at a family gathering. It seemed every one in the family knew the story but me.
In the early 1920s , my uncle, living in Poland and married with three children, told his wife one evening that he was going outside to close the window shutters for the night. ( Window shutters, in those years, were closed from the outside). Chaim-Dovid never returned to his home, abandoning his family behind.
Yankev, the older son, joined the youth pioneering Zionist left labor movement, Hashomer HaTzayir, and immigrated to Israel (Palestine at the time). No one heard from Chaim-Dovid again until 1946-1947,
when second world war ended. Chaim-Dovid and Yankev survived the Holocaust, while their other family members who were left behind in the small city of Wengrov, Poland went to Treblinka.
Once Chaim-Dovid was sure that he would not find his family he left behind while he went for a moment to close the shutters, he got information about his surviving son. And then, he arrived in Israel, and I inherited a red Acrylic cardigan with a jeweled crab on the left chest area.
My dear mother, Pearl, who distanced herself from gossips, never mentioned this story.
I must conclude this writing in a different note than I usually do in Israel.
Yes, I still miss you all who live in Israel, This story does not belong only to Israel.
With love to you all, Ima, Savta, The Shvig, Estherika, Ludmilla, Me, Esther.