It is hard to write and post a blog on this heavy Memorial Day in Israel. We remember the 23,741 souls who have fallen in wars and in terrorist attacks since the founding of the state in 1948, including my husband’s father's cousin, Ami-Yehiel Grossbard, who fell in 1957. And, tonight, we will transition from sorrow to joy as we observe Israel’s 71st birthday in a spirited Independence Day celebration. Yesterday, before the start of Memorial Day, I attended Mom’s "unbirthday"
It is fitting that when our kids were small, my mom used to call herself “Savtarella,” the Hebrew equivalent of Grandma-ella, after that most famous of down-trodden young women, Cinderella. When she visited, Mom would rush into our house, get down on the floor and play with her grandkids, give them baths, read them stories, then, with her left-over energy, clean the house when they’d gone to sleep. It was our little joke about all she would do for us. These days, I’ve noticed
It’s official! My parents now own a property just down the lane from me. Though we only live 90 minutes apart by car (or 2½ hours by public transport), even that distance is sometimes too much. How often I’ve wished I could pop in for a short song and dance with Mom, stop by to help out, do their shopping, or give my dad some alone time. They won’t be moving right away. The house purchase is to help us plan ahead. We’ve hired a contractor to make some internal changes, includ
I grew up singing a song called, “Three Young Ladies Locked in the Lavatory,” a whimsical romp about, well, three young ladies who got stuck in the bathroom, “and nobody knew they were there.” Each verse is bursting with risqué British humor. Like this one: The first one her name was Elizabeth Humfries, she only stopped by to make herself comfy She tried to get up but could not get her bum free. And nobody knew she was there. Mom was the culprit. She taught us all manner of s
Post-Independence Humus Situation Here’s the perennial question: What do you do with your left-over humus after Israel’s Independence Day? If you are lucky enough to have a friend named Ken who loves to cook and share his creations, you make Ken’s amazing Meat and Humus. Our family has a tradition of getting together with our University of Maryland friends who have also chosen to live in Israel. Even my parents have joined in some years (though this year, Daddy decided to sta