Monday, November 9, 2015


As I update my tehillim list of Israelis wounded from arab terror attacks my only thought is..why is this list is getting longer and longer. Why isn’t anyone doing more to put an end to arab terror for once and for all?


In an article on Israel National News  MDA workers saved the lives of 159 people who were wounded in car attacks, stabbings, and shootings. Of these, 21 were severely wounded, 5 moderately-to-severely, 22 moderately, and 111 lightly wounded. These numbers include 51 people who were injured in rock attacks. Another 72 people have been treated for trauma. 

A young Border Police Officer, 19 years old, wounded last week in a car ramming attack at Tzomet Halhoul near Hevron, died last night from his injuries. He is the 12th fatality since October when this round of terror started.. May his blood be avenged!.  

This brings the death toll to 12. 

I know that the world revolves around politics and concessions are made all the time.  I always thought elected leaders and their government are supposed to protect their citizens. This is their first responsibility.  

We have a ‘right wing’ government, a very strong army and still the terror continues day in and day out.

We are treating terrorists with kid gloves. True, the IDF now has orders to shoot to kill terrorist when they commit a terror act and many terrorists have been killed or seriously injured. Even this is not deterring the terrorists.

Lately, we have seen many women terrorists.  Why? Because male terrorists are really cowards. They use their wives, sisters and even grandmothers as human shields. They plan the attacks, teach their women how to perform and then send her out to do a terror attack and be killed by the IDF. All the while they ‘hide behind the woman’s skirt’ and collect the bundle of money.

We need our courts to protect Israelis, not the terrorists. Terrorist's homes must be destroyed immediately. Social government benefits must be stopped. Arab movement within the country must be curtailed, even for those with Israeli identity papers. 

I want our government not to care about what the world says. I want them to apply sovereignty in Yehuda and Shomron. Let the world know this land is our land not arab land.  And if the world wants to scream at us, so be it. 

I’m not a political maven and I don’t pretend to have the answer. All I have are my prayers.

I’m a wife, a mother and a safta of 13 precious Sabra grandchildren and I worry about their future.

I pray that Hashem give our leaders the wisdom and the strength to protect our nation. May He watch over all our chayalim and chayalot and keep them safe.

That’s all for now. Feel free to comment and share.


Friday, October 23, 2015

Longing For a Quiet Day..

Those of you who live in Chutz L’Aretz [outside of Israel] and are keeping up with the news from Israel, are aware that there has been many serious arab terror attacks not just in Yehuda and Shomron but also in Tel Aviv, Raanana, Beer Sheva, Bet Shemesh, Afula and Jerusalem all Israeli cities.

The arabs have different methods of attacking Israelis. They stab with very sharp knives, hoping to cause maximum injuries or death, they ram their cars into pedestrians waiting at bus stops, they shoot, throw boulders and molotov firebombs at passing cars, they infiltrate into kibbutzim  and yishuvim and of course don’t forget rockets and missiles fired at the south.

Terrorist are getting younger and younger. Thirteen, fifteen, seventeen and up these children are emotionally abused by family, teachers and clerics from birth until adulthood. They are brainwashed to hate Jews and Israelis.

In kindergarten, they sing and do plays about killing Jews. They have a dress-up corner and pretend they are Hamas fighters. The summer is spent in Terror Camp, with more brainwashing learning how to kill.

Warning..the next two videos are nauseating. 

Tell me, if this is normal? Young arab men are asked what they want to do to Jews.

Or this?
"I want to stab a Jew", a young preschool girl tells her father. And he answers her, "Allah willing, my dear."

Last week, a thirteen year old arab and his fifteen year old cousin stabbed a thirteen year old Jewish boy driving his bike. The boy is supposed to have his bar-mitzvah next month. Today he lies in a hospital bed still critical.

And the terrorist..the 13 year old was run over by a citizen when he was fleeing. He was taken to Hadassa Ein Karen hospital in Jerusalem, where he received superb care. His 15 year old cousin was captured by the IDF.

Oh, by the way this is the boy that Abbas said was murdered in cold blood.

Does he look dead to you? He looks pretty much alive to me. 

And the other morning, another 15 year old arab girl tried to infiltrate into a yishuv in the Shomron. 

Fortunately, our IDF chayalim were able to stop her before she caused any injuries.

We had a serious attack at the Central Bus Station in Beer Sheva where a young soldier was murdered and 10 were injured..

A man from Kiryat Arba was murdered after his car was stoned with boulders. For some reason he got out of the car and was ambushed by a truck who ran back and forth over him.

Today [Thursday], two terrorists in Ramat Bet Shemesh tried to get onto a school bus filled with children. The driver didn’t let them on and drove away.  Being persistent, they then tried to get onto a second bus. The driver once again drove away. They then tried to enter a shul [synagogue] where they stabbed a young man as the police were arriving. The police shot them.

We have had many IDF chayalim and chayalot [soldiers] shot, stabbed or run over while protecting us. Some are now stable and others are still in critical condition.

These terror attacks I have mentioned are just the tip of the list. Mentioning all would fill many pages.

*Tova Goldman posted an excellent blog on the Times of Israel called Terror is Personal Have a look!

Reading the blog, Tova's words struck me. Terror is personal. My married daughters go to work every morning, their children go to school or college. They are out and about living their lives and Arabs are everywhere. 

On Tuesday, there was terror attack in Gush Etzion [near Jerusalem] 5 minutes from where my daughter lives and works. The attack happened at the time when she leaves work.

The first time I called her she didn’t answer, nor the second time. Where was she? My heart was beating so fast. Five minutes later, she called and said she and my grandson were okay. Why didn’t she answer, because she was looking for her son who passes this corner around this time. 

My other daughter told me today that when she goes to work, she has to pass several bus loads of arabs who work on construction sites in Netivot and are waiting to be picked up. 

I shudder to think, any one of these arabs could sneak away and G-D forbid do a terrorist attack in the city. 

And don’t get me started on missiles. My husband, son and I live on the same yishuv 9kms from Gaza. [about 5 ½ miles] as our daughter, son-in-law and their 7 children.

Three of their children go to school 2 km from Gaza. Missiles have exploded on the road their school bus takes and in their schoolyard. Several years ago, a school bus travelling this road was hit by a missile and a teenage boy was killed.

The missile fired Wednesday evening, exploded not far from their school. 

Other granddaughters go to the Ulpana in Sderot. Sderot has seen thousands of rockets over the years. Our youngest grandson goes to gan [kindergarten] on our yishuv. Missiles have exploded on and near our yishuv.

We have grandchildren in school and yeshiva in Gush Etzion, where there have been many terror attacks.

And so you see the terror attacks are really personal.

When is this round of terror going to end? That’s the question of the day.

May all the injured have a refuah shelaima [speedy recovery].

That’s all for now.  Feel free to comment and share.

*Thank-you Bracha Goldman for giving me permission to mention Tova.

Postscript: As of today, October 25th. MDA has summarized the ongoing wave of terror by noting that 10 people have been murdered and 127 injured. Of the wounded victims, 14 were badly injured, 19 moderately wounded, and 94 lightly wounded. In addition, 65 people were treated for trauma.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Arab Terror in my Country

“Aren’t you afraid to live in Israel” is the most common question I get these days from my friends on Facebook who live in Chutz L'Aretz [outside of Israel].

They continue, “It’s so dangerous, the Arabs want to kill you. Aren’t you afraid to go outside. What about your grandchildren, aren’t you afraid for them. Why don’t you go back to Canada for awhile.”

My answer to each question is the same. “We are not afraid. Israel is our homeland. Twenty-one years ago, my husband, son and I came home from Canada [our daughter’s came a few years earlier to attend a one year seminary program, fell in love with the country and didn’t come back to Canada] and we will never allow anyone to chase us out of our homeland.

We have faith in Hashem that He will protect us and we have faith in our army, the IDF, who serve our country with pride and honour.” Presently, we have a grandson serving in a tank unit. Two other grandsons have finished their services and are now reservists. 

I pray that Hashem will watch over each and every chayal and chayalot [soldiers] and keep them safe.

My family and I have lived in the Negev, in the South for the past ten years. We live 9km [about 5 ½ miles] from Gaza. We have been the recipient of many Grad Missiles. Some exploding not far from our home.

We hear IAF jets and helicopters pretty regularly, the drone buzzes in our ear for hours. We hear the booms from Gaza and we hear our IDF responding when an arab tries to infiltrate the security fence and get into one of the border kibbutzim.

Truth be told, we love the South and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.

We haven’t any special self defense training. We follow the instructions of our army and Pikud H'Oref [Israel Home front].

We don’t allow Hamas terror to keep us from doing what we need to do. We take taxis, buses and tremp [hitchhike].

We keep our eyes and ears open and on occasion have called the police when we saw a large package left unattended. 

Fortunately, each package was not a bomb. The police told us they would rather be called for nothing, than allow a package to blow and cause possible injuries.

Many years ago, when we lived not far from Jerusalem, my then 17 year old son was in a terror attack on the Ben Yehuda promenade in Jerusalem. He lost a friend that day and had glass slivers in his neck.

The next day, he told me that he wanted to go back to the terror site. He said that Jerusalem is our city and if I’m afraid to go to Jerusalem, the terrorist win. He was right, we let him go.

As I post this blog, Jerusalem has seen three serious arab terror attacks in the past couple of hours. 

Innocent Israelis, going about their business stabbed and or shot. Why you ask? Because they are Jews and Israelis. One 13 year old boy was riding his bike when the terrorist attacked him. He is now fighting for his life. Is this normal?

We have a democratically elected government and I pray that Hashem gives them the wisdom and strength to use a strong hand to end this terror, whatever that may entail and not worry about the outside world, what Obama will say, the UN [Useless Nations], or the EU. 

We have every right to defend ourselves like every other country in the world would do. No government anywhere would allow their citizens to be under attack day and night.

That’s all for now. Feel free to comment and share.



Tuesday, October 13th 2:00 p.m.
Today has been a horrible day.I just posted on my Face book page the following.

Baruch Dayan Emet
Refuah Shelayma to the injured
Hashem we need you!
5 attacks this morning
3 Jews murdered
27 wounded
When is this terror going to stop!   

Thursday, September 24, 2015

The Miracle of Life...

Posting a blog was not on my agenda for today. As I was cooking for Shabbat and thinking about the chagim, I felt I had to put 'pen to paper' so to speak and post.

As we have done the past four years since moving to Ma’agalim, we davened [prayed] for Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur at the Chabad house on our Yishuv.

Rav Lior Malka and his Rebbetzin Denise are warm and caring people, who have lived in Ma’agalim for many years. 

For Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur they open their home and organize an Ashkenazi minyan. Their hospitality makes you feel very welcomed. 

The two Batei Knissiot [synagogues]  in Ma’agalim both have a Sephardic minyan.

I have always loved the chagim but this year Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur proved to be even more meaningful to me. Many times I was deep in thought. The tefillah [prayers] took on so much meaning, especially Unetaneh Tokef.

On Rosh Hashanah it is written, and on Yom Kippur it is sealed.
How many will pass and how many will be created?
Who will live and who will die?
Who in their time, and who not their time?
Who by fire and who by water?
Who by sword and who by beast?
Who by hunger and who by thirst?
Who by earthquake and who by drowning?
Who by strangling and who by stoning?
Who will rest and who will wander?
Who will be safe and who will be torn?
Who will be calm and who will be tormented?
Who will become poor and who will get rich?
Who will be made humble and who will be raised up?

But teshuvah [repentance] and tefillah [prayer] and tzedakah [charity] avert the severity of the decree.

This moving tefilliah, brought tears down my cheeks. Erev Pesach, after my serious heart attack the doctor told me he wasn’t sure I would recover. I almost died that day. My doctors were Hashem’s messengers and Hashem healed me and gave me Bracha of life. I will be forever grateful.

I found this moving rendition sung by a Chabad chazzan. At the end he explains in English the meaning and how this prayer became such an important part of the davening.  Unetane Tokef

We take life for granted. We get up in the morning, go about our business, whether to school, work and or just loafing around and not give it a second thought. At the end of the day we go to sleep and next morning, start the cycle again.

But when serious illness strikes and life becomes upside down, we see things differently. Things we have taken for granted, we realize only happen because of The Hand of Hashem.

May this new year 5776, be a year filled with good health and all who are sick be cured.

We now are getting ready for the next [holiday] Sukkot. Seven days of joy ending with Simchat Torah [receiving the Torah]. We will shake the *lulov and *etrog, eat in our *succah and share happy times with family and friends. 

Enjoy, Enjoy, Enjoy!

Shana Tovah.

That’s all for now. Feel free to comment and share.

Lulav and Etrog       

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Where Did the Years Go?

Shavua Tov!

This Shabbat, was my father Louis Small [Eliezer David ben Chana v’Yitzchak] HaKohen a"H 35th yarhtzeit and in his memory I would like to dedicate this blog to him. My father left us and this world on September 9th, 1980 / 28th Elul 5740.

My dad was a wonderful man. He was a great husband, a super father and a loving grandfather. He was kind. He was good natured and he really cared about the next person. He would give you the shirt off his back, if that was what you needed.

Our family was the most important part of his life.

My father cared about the community we lived in. He spent countless hours working on fund raisers for the young shul[synagogue] [Young Israel of Chomedey] that our community wanted to build.

My father was a food chemist and would love to look at new products on the shelves in grocery stores.

When my brother and I were children, he was always there for us. No matter the situation. He would do anything for his children.

My dad would speak softly, but directly to us, never down at us. When I had a problem we would go for a walk or a drive in the country and talk all the way. He made every problem seem not so bad.

My dad and I did the dishes together every evening. He would ask me about my day in school. I cherished those few minutes. My dad taught me to work ‘clean’ and always have a clean kitchen.

My daddy would help me with my homework. One time, when I was ten years old, I had a geography project from school. I had to make a scrapbook about each province in Canada and write what it was known for. Now I had weeks to get this project done, but I procrastinated and before I knew it the project was due. I had information only on one province.

It was late at night and I couldn't sleep. I was so worried about the trouble I was in. At ten o'clock in the evening, I finally told my parents my problem. My father was really upset with me, but he told me that he would try and help me out and that I should go to sleep. 

A few minutes later he was out of the house and drove to the train station. Since we lived in Montreal, The Canadian National Railways had a very large station underneath the Queen Elizabeth Hotel that was opened all the time. My father was able to get me great information on every province. 

Five o'clock in the morning, he woke me up and said, "here is your information, now get to work." I worked like I never worked in my life. By eight thirty, when I had to go to school, my project was more than half finished. I told my teacher that I would hand in my project after lunch.

In those days, we came home for lunch. I finished my project while munching on a sandwich. I couldn't believe it. My project was completed. I thanked my father a million times for getting me the information that I needed. I promised him that I would never procrastinate again. To this very day, I never procrastinate.

And when I was a Kallah [bride], he came to me just before the badeken and asked me if I was sure Avraham was the man I wanted to spend my life with. When I told you I was sure, he and my Mom a”H made us a real prince and princess wedding.

I still remember when Avraham called my Dad in the middle of the night to say I was in labour and asked him to drive me to the hospital because he was too nervous to drive.

And when his first grandchild was born, he was the proudest Zeidi  [grandfather] in the world.  

Daddy, even though so many years have passed, I remember our last days together, as if it were just today. It was Moetzi Shabbos, the night of Selichot. For some reason I just felt the need to cook for Yom Tov [holidays]. I went to Selichot, and when I came home I just couldn't go to bed, so I cooked all night. 

Eight o'clock Sunday morning Mommy called and said that you had a heart attack during the night and that I should come to Montreal. I told her I would get the next flight out. I then understood what I was feeling all night. By Sunday afternoon, I was at your bedside. Yitzchak arrived from Detroit a couple of hours later. We spent as much time as the hospital would allow us to visit with you and talk to your doctors. 

Tuesday morning you told Mommy that you wanted to speak to each of us alone. You somehow knew you were dying, but you didn't say so. You told me to go home and be with my family for Yom Tov. Yom Tov was Wednesday night. When I protested that my family was in good hands, you told me not to argue, and that I could come back after Yom Tov. What I didn't realize was that you were saying good-bye.

With a heavy heart, Yitzchak and I returned to our respective homes. From Montreal to Hamilton the flight is a little over an hour. I arrived in Hamilton in time to go and pick up the girls from school.

As we entered the hall of our apartment building, I could hear the phone ringing. It was Mommy, saying that you had just passed away. Two hours later, Yitzchak and I were on our way back to Montreal.

My father's funeral was the next day, Erev Rosh Hashana. We sat shiva for 1 hour and in that hour I heard so many stories from people I didn’t know about his generosity and how he quietly helped so many people. 

Daddy, I know you and Mommy are watching over us from above. I want you both to know that your grandchildren have all grown up to be wonderful parents. Baruch Hashem, you have over fifty plus great-grandchildren. 

We all love you and miss you!

I would like to wish everyone Shana Tovah Ktivah V'Chatima Tovah . May this new year be a year full of Brachot, good health, happiness and nachas.

That's all for  now. Feel free to share and comment.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

The Coffee Talk Ladies and our Face 2 Face.

This is just a short blog to tell you about our get together we had last night.

About 4 or 5 years ago, several early risers would greet each other every morning with a good morning wish and shared a virtual cup of coffee. And so ‘The Coffee Talk ladies’ Facebook group was born. The idea was conceived by Chaya  O………… Thank-you Chaya for your terrific idea.

We are a private group of 36 ladies, mostly olim who have been in Israel from anywhere from a couple of years to 45 years.

On our page we have discussions. We discuss everything from women’s issues, to recipes, to politics to religious matters. We share family photos, post links to important shuirim, articles and blogs. We have several excellent bloggers. 

Our group is a real sisterhood. When someone needs tehillim or prayers said, they post the name and know tehillim and prayers will be said. 

Today, the women from Jerusalem, Bet Shemesh, Beer Sheva, Ramat Gan, [Netivot and Ma’agalim locals] travelled to the Southern city of Netivot.

Most of the women who joined this group were strangers but it didn’t take long before we became ‘friends’. A suggestion was made to meet Face 2 Face. 

Our first meeting was brunch in Yerushalayim. We have also met in Shilo, the home of the Mishkan, and to show support to the south with all the rockets and missiles being fired, the ladies came to Netivot for lunch. We have been to Netanya and this time again in Netivot. 

Part of the group met at the home of Esther R......., who accompanied the ladies to the grave site of the Baba Sali, who was the leading Moroccan Sephardi Rabbi and Kabbalist, where the women said Tehillim.  

We then all met up at a cafe for supper.  It was very nice seeing everyone again and catching up. The time passed quickly, our Face 2 Face was over and a wonderful time was had by all.  

To the ladies who couldn't make our gathering, we missed you and hope to see you next time.
As a side note, I would like to tell you about my newest blog / newsletter Patchy’s World, featuring pet information, interesting articles, photos and much more. If you have a chance, have a look and feel free to comment and share.  Patchy's World!

That's all for now.


Monday, July 13, 2015

Avenging The Slaughter of the Innocent.

In the wee hours of tomorrow morning, my grandson Gilad and his classmates will embark on their emotional eight day trip to Poland to tour the concentration camps and visit the cities and ghettos where Jews lived and were slaughtered by the Nazis.

The boys have been well prepared. Last year in their Shoah [Holocaust] studies they visited *Yad Vashem, meet survivors, and learnt all about the atrocities before and during World War II. 

*Yad Vashem (Hebrew: יָד וַשֵׁם) is Israel's official memorial to the victims of the Holocaust, established in 1953 through the Yad Vashem Law passed by the Knesset, Israel's parliament.

Yad Vashem is located on the western slope of Mount Herzl on the Mount of Remembrance in Jerusalem and adjacent to the Jerusalem Forest.. The memorial consists of a 180-dunam (18.0 ha; 44.5-acre) complex containing the Holocaust History Museum, memorial sites such as the Children's Memorial and the Hall of Remembrance. 

Museum of Holocaust Art, sculptures, outdoor commemorative sites such as the Valley of the Communities, a synagogue, a research institute with archives, a library, a publishing house, and an educational center.
Yad Vashem

Once in Poland, the boys protected by Israeli security agents, have been instructed to be proud Jews. They were told to wear their kipot with pride and those who keep their tzitzit out should continue to do so.

Their first stop will be Treblinka. [Treblinka  was an extermination camp, built by the Nazis, located near the village of  Treblinka north-east of Warsaw in what is now the Masovian Voivodeship. The camp operated between 23 July 1942 and 19 October 1943 as part of Operation Reinhard, the most deadly phase of the Final Solution]

Shabbat will be spent in Lodz, which is the third-largest city in Poland. Located in the central part of the country, Prior to World War II Lodz’s Jewish community numbered around 233,000 and accounted for one-third of the city's total population.

It was easy to distinguish between non-Jew and Jew because on November 16, 1939 the nazi’s had ordered Jews to wear an armband on their right arm. The armband was the precursor to the yellow Star of David badge which was soon to follow on December 12, 1939.

The community was entirely wiped out in the Shoah. By the end of the war, the city and its environs had lost approximately 420,000 of its pre-war inhabitants, including approximately 300,000 Polish Jews 120,000 other Poles.

Their last stop will be in Auschwitz. Auschwitz concentration camp  was a network of German nazi concentration  and extermination camps built and operated by the Third Reich in Polish areas annexed by nazi Germany during World War II. It consisted of Auschwitz I (the original camp), Auschwitz II–Birkenau (a combination concentration/extermination camp), Auschwitz 111-Monowitz (a labor camp to staff an IG Farben factory), and 45 satellite camps.

My great-grandparents and my husband’s mother’s parents and other family members on both sides of our family were murdered during pogroms between WW1 and WW2. Their crime..they were Jews.

Gilad and our older grandson Yoni, who visited the camps about 6 years ago, are avenging the murder of the innocent. Both boys are ben Torah and they are telling the Nazis we won, you lost. We live in Eretz Yisrael.

At each camp, Kaddish will be said and the names of slaughtered remembered. 

A cousin of mine found the names of her family members murdered in the Shoah through a search through the archives of Yad Vashem. Gilad will have their names remember in kaddish and tehillim.

Returning to Israel, their emotional trips ends at the Kotel in Yerushayalim. The boys will daven, sing, dance and understand the privilege they have living in our Jewish homeland.

Am Yisrael Chai! 

That’s all for now.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Wonderful 'Settlers' of the Negev...


The Golden Age or The Third Generation are fancy titles referring to anyone over 60. In plain language senior citizens.

Becoming a Golden Ager is a very special Bracha.  It is not something we should take for granted. Being able to see our children grown-up, becoming parents themselves and living productive lives brings joy to our hearts. 

And grandchildren and great-grandchildren….the joy is a blog all by itself. 

Being over 60, I was invited to join our moetza, Sdot Negev [regional council] seniors group. The group offers friendships, creative activities, jewelry making, ceramics, painting, music, Torah shiurim and outings. There is an exercise class, two delicious meals are served and door to door mini bus service.

I have always been interested in ceramics and jewelry making and so I decided to give it a try. And so bright and early yesterday morning at 8:15 the mini bus picked me up and I was on my way.

Arriving at the moadon [community building], I was greeted by Shira a very sweet counselor who showed me around. When Shira introduced me to some of the women who had already arrived and told them that I speak English, immediately one lady said, I want to learn English, then another and another.  

I joined the table of ladies and we spoke a little about ourselves, me murdering Hebrew and they breaking their teeth to speak English. Somehow, we understood each other. 

Coffee and then breakfast was served and the other staff who co-ordinate this program came to introduce themselves and say hello to me. Everyone was so very warm and friendly. I felt very comfortable.

As I looked around the room, I felt in awe. Here were the real settlers of the Negev.

Sitting with me were men and women who were born in Israel many, many years before the modern state was recognized. Others were olim from Morocco, Tunisia, Yemen, Iraq, Iran and Egypt. They left their birth home, most being kicked out by cruel arab governments who stole their land and property and they traveled by boat  and settled in Eretz Yisrael.

There any many heroic and terrifying stories of how these brave people escaped with just the clothes on their back.

Our early government’s history of receiving these olim is not a nice story. The treatment they received by the elites was shameful. They were treated as second class citizens and sent to live in a barren and desolate area known as the Negev.

The olim brought with them their traditions, their food, their music, their Rabbanim and above all, their love for Eretz Yisrael, the Jewish homeland. They raised families. Having ten, eleven, twelve and thirteen children was not unusual. Everyone had their chores.

They went about settling the land. Not having the modern farming tools that we have today, they worked with their hands from sunrise to sunset. They plowed and planted fields, started kibbutzim and moshavim. They built homes, cheders  [religious schools], schools, Beit Knessets [synagogues]. They became businessmen and tradesmen. They welcomed guests with a warm Shalom Aleichem, a kiss on the cheeks, and food. 

With a Bracha from Hashem, the settlers of the Negev did the impossible. They settled the Negev, this dry sandy, barren, desolate land was blooming. Green, green land with fields and fields of wheat and vegetables as far as the eye can see. The sweet smells of fruit orchards and flower gardens permeate the air. 

From small farming communities, developmental towns and cities were built. People from other areas of Israel were moving to the Negev.

As I look around at all the seniors in the room I have the utmost respect for them and want to say thank-you. Thank-you for your hard work in settling our land.  The Negev has been my families home for the past 10 years.. Thank-you for making the Negev a wonderful place to call home.

That’s all for now.
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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Growing Older Together....


Siman Tov u Mazal Tov u Mazal Tov Vesiman Tov Yehe lanu.…
Today, the 17th of Sivan, Avraham and I are celebrating our 48th wedding anniversary. The secular date is June 25, three weeks after the six day war in Eretz Yisrael. Our Rabbi told my parents that if Israel was still at war on our wedding day, he wouldn’t allow any music.  We could only have the chuppah and the dinner. 

We were the first chatan and Kallah to be married in the new sanctuary at the Young Israel of Chomedey,an orthodox shul in Chomedey, a suburb of Montreal.

Our wedding was a real ‘fairytale’ wedding. The shul was decorated with gorgeous flowers and candles lining the aisles.

Avraham, my father a”H, my father-in-law a”H, the best man and the little ring bearer wore tails and top hats and white gloves. [Avraham couldn’t wait to toss the hat and gloves] 

We had 10 ushers who wore white dinner jackets and kipot. My dear friend Selma was my maid of honour. Wearing a green gown and long while gloves she was beautiful.

Being the only daughter, I was the princess of the family and my parents spared no expense for my special day. Everything had to be perfect. My mother a”H made sure the food, the table settings, the music, the pictures, just everything was the way she ordered it.

It was an evening never to be forgotten.

Only many years later did I realize that one of the reasons for my ‘fairytale’ wedding was because my mother never got over the fact that her special day was not like the way she dreamt it would be because of another war.

My father was a front line soldier in the Canadian army and received a surprise order that he was being deployed to Europe in 72 hours. This was 7 days before their wedding date, a week after Tish B’Av.   My father tried to convince his commander to allow him to remain in Canada until after the wedding, but the army said no. They told him to get married before he was deployed.

The family was frantic because it was the 9 days when you can’t have weddings.  My Zeidi called the family Rav who sent the chatan and Kallah and their parents to see the Chief Rav of Montreal for a ruling.

The Rav said that since there was a wedding date set and my father was being sent to war before this date, they should be married the next day before sunset [which was was Friday] and he would do the ceremony.

The Rav said they could only have their parents and a minyan present. He told my mother that she could not wear a wedding gown or take any pictures. The Shabbat meal would be the sheva bracha. 

And so my parents were married Friday afternoon 2 days before Tish B’Av. My father was deployed the next day for two and half years.

A couple of days before her original wedding date, the store where she bought her wedding gown called to ask why she hadn’t come to pick up her dress.  She told them to give it to a needy bride. She never wanted to see the dress again.

Our 48 years have been filled with wonderful and not so wonderful memories.  We have been blessed with three great children, 2 super sons-in-law and thirteen precious grandchildren. 

We now have a married granddaughter and grandsons who served and are serving in the IDF. We are living our dream in Eretz Yisrael and thankful to be growing older together surrounded by our loving family. 

Please enjoy!
Video Siman Tov u Mazal-Tov

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Sunday, May 31, 2015

We're Home and Living Our Dream!


Part 1: The Decision 

Making Aliyah is a major decision, one that cannot be made on ‘one leg’.

Today, May 31st we are celebrating our 21st year in Israel. And what an exciting twenty-one years it has been!

From the moment that we stepped off the EL AL plane and took our first steps on Israeli soil, we felt that we arrived home to new beginnings.

My husband and I had talked about making Aliyah for years. We visited the Aliyah office of The Jewish Agency and spoke several times to different Shaliachim. There always seemed to be a reason or maybe an excuse why this year was not right. 

Time passed quickly, after high school, our oldest daughter came to Israel to study in a religious seminary. She planned to stay for one year and then return to Toronto to go to university. This was not meant to be. 

Our younger daughter followed two years later. Both girls fell in love with the country and decided that they didn’t want to come back to Canada. Israel was going to be their home.

The girls met their Israeli husbands. We made two weddings in Israel and they settled down. By the time our third grandchild was born, my husband and I knew that our place was in Israel. 

Once the decision was made to make Aliyah, the process went very quickly. We filled out our application in December and left Canada in May. Our son, who was going to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah in Elul, wanted his Aliya at the Kotel.  His wish came true. 

Part 2  Patience is a Virtue

Living in Israel as new olim is an experience in its self. We were warned that the bureaucracy would be unbelievable. It was, but we took it in stride. Our first experience with bureaucracy was at the Passport Control Office at the airport.

As new Olim, we needed to receive a Tudat Olah.  The clerk typed up our information, but instead of writing country of origin Canada, she wrote country of origin Soviet Union. When we pointed out her mistake, she refused to correct it, but instead told us that we had to go to the interior ministry office in Jerusalem. We later found out that a plane load of Russian Jews had landed a couple of hours earlier and the clerk was just used to typing Soviet Union.

Coming from Canada, we exchanged our large hi-rise apartment in Hamilton for a small 55 meter two bedroom Kibbutz house in Gush Etzion, near Jerusalem. Our daughters and sons-in law surprised us by cleaning and furnishing the house with kibbutz furniture so that we wouldn't walk into an empty house. 

Our then three year old grandson, Yoni, drew a ‘welcome home’ picture that was hanging on the front door.  At first, it was a little difficult living in a small house. We were always under each other’s feet, but after a few days we found our own space.

Although, we didn’t join the kibbutz, they invited us to use their facilities. We ate lunch in the communal dining room and used the kibbutz laundry service. The novelty of just throwing the laundry into the correct baskets and picking it up the next day, clean and pressed was exciting.

Our older daughter and son-in-law are kibbutz members. This is why we chose the kibbutz as our first Israeli home.  

Celebrating Shabbat in the communal dining room was an experience. Singing together Shalom Aleichem and many other Shabbat songs, the sounds of young children laughing and running around, made the Shabbat meal a true kibbutz experience. 

Each family had its own table. There was a rotation system and every Shabbat several members took turns setting the tables, serving and cleaning up. 

As our young grandchildren became a little older, it was not unusual for them to bang on our door early Shabbat morning, looking for chocolate milk and Shabbat cake. For some reason, the milk and cake tasted better in Saba and Safta’s house than theirs.

Part 3  Fitting In.............

Learning to speak Hebrew was another experience. We joined an ulpan for new olim in Jerusalem and went everyday for a few months. My husband learnt to speak very quickly, I didn’t.  Even today, I speak in English whenever possible. Israelis love to speak English. After three months in school, our son was speaking Hebrew like a native. 

Israel is rich in Jewish history.  You can tour and visit many places that are mentioned in the Torah. Israel has the bluest sky and its national flower, Callanit is a beautiful red wild flower. 

Israelis love to drink mud [Turkish coffee], their favorite expression, no matter the situation is “yehieh beseder”  [ it will be okay] and politics is definitely the topic of choice. All Israelis have an opinion on how to run the government and everyone is a backseat General in the army.    

The country comes together, left, right day, when the siren rings on Yom Hashoah [Holocaust remembrance and Yom Hazikron  [Memorial day for our soldiers and innocent victims of terrorism]. 

Cars and buses stop in the middle of the street. Drivers and passengers get out of their vehicles, pedestrians stop walking, everyone stands silently remembering the price the Jewish people have had to pay.  It is a breathtaking sight to see. 

On Israel Independence day,Yom Ha’atzmaut, we fly our Israeli flag with pride and enjoy the traditional bar b’ que. 

Today we live on a wonderful yishuv not far from Netivot and Beer Sheva in the south. 

On our yishuv and in many other yishuvim and cities in Israel, ten or fifteen minutes before Shabbat, beautiful Shabbat music is played over the loudspeakers. 

For my family, living in Israel is an honor and privilege. We are living in our Jewish homeland and full filling our dreams.

Come Home!
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Sunday, May 3, 2015

Part 2..Understanding Why??????????????


Last Thursday was four weeks since my heart attack and having a stent inserted into one of the arteries. This link gives an excellent explanation as to what is a stent.

Feeling stronger and able to sit at the computer for a few minutes, I have started my research as to what happened to me......the whys...

I have many questions and still need many answers. The American Heart Association and the Canadian Heart and Stroke Foundation have been a great source of information.

In Israel we have the Israel Heart Society. Both their webpage and Facebook page are full of information but because they are only in Hebrew, it takes a lot of time to translate.

Actually, I contacted them by e-mail this morning saying that we have many English speaking olim and since heart disease affects every age group, having an English site would be very useful. .

I'm experiencing many stages in my recovery. So far, each stage has been very important on the road to recovery.

Stage 1: from the day after the heart attack, I felt great and told my doctor that I was bored and wanted to go home. This euphoric feeling lasted five days.

My heart was in shock and didn't realize it was sick. By day six life was changing.

Stage 2: It was the last day of Pesach and I was home. I was exhausted and all I wanted was my bed. My bedroom was dark and when my husband wanted to open the trisim [blinds] to bring in some light, I told him I like the dark. When Avraham suggested that I come and sit in the living room I told him I didn't want to. I think my bedroom was a security blanket.

Stage 3:  the demons invaded my brain...I was so afraid that if I moved the wrong way or just did anything, I would have another heart attack. The dreams were terrifying. Panic and tears were my constant companion. 

I’m still a little afraid to stay alone… Hopefully this too will pass. I was told by a professional, that all I am feeling is very normal.

Our moetza Sdot Negev, installed an emergency panic button machine in our house that contacts a doctor immediately.

Stage 4: this is where I am now. I'm getting stronger and trying to function normally. I still get tired but I'm able to cope better. I have to learn how to pace myself. This is a very difficult skill for me.

My son goes with me for short walks and I try to go a little further each time. I can see my progress daily and have given myself a goal for complete recovery…

I’m sure there are many more stages for me to face before I am totally back to myself.

Next week I have my first post heart attack ultrasound at Soroka. I will then know how my heart is healing.

Writing about my experiences is very therapeutic. It helps me emotionally to deal day to day. Thank-you for reading my words. 

At the end of May, I am going to join a new online support chat group in English, for women in my age group who have heart disease. The moderator is a cardiologist.  From what I understand, the group is made up of 35 women from America and Israel. I’m looking forward to this.

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Hashem Had Other Plans...........

Life holds many surprises and my surprise came on Thursday, April 2nd, a day before liel seder [seder night]. 

I hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days earlier and the doctor said I had bronchitis. During the night I was choking so badly, I went back to the doctor Thursday morning even though I didn't really have time. I still had a couple of small jobs to finish before I could start cooking for Pesach.

Well Hashem had other plans for me.

The doctor told the nurse to do a cardiogram and check my blood pressure. 

After checking the results he told me that he was calling an ambulance and sending me to Soroka Hospital.

Would you believe that I argued with him that I didn't want to go.....

The nurse said that I didn't have a choice and called the ambulance.

In the ambulance I had terrible chest pain. The driver put on the siren.

From Netivot it takes about 30 minutes normal driving to the hospital. The ambulance took about 15 minutes.

I must start by saying the care I received in Soroka was superb. The doctors and nurses were professional and showed much kindness.

Since my Hebrew is very limited, the staff went out of their way to speak English. 

Avraham called our children. Our chayal grandson was in Beer Sheva on his way home. He came to the hospital and stayed until his parent's came to the hospital.

In the emergency room I had a very serious heart attack. I was admitted to the cardiac ICU. 

At that point life was a blur. The next thing I knew, I was transferred to the cardiac catheterization room for a stent to be inserted. The procedure took 50 minutes but it seemed forever.

Back to my room in the ICU, the nurses did everything possible to make me comfortable including speaking English. 

So much for my plans for the day. By now it was late and Avraham was exhausted. He had to go home. Pesach was the next day and he had to finish the house, do laundry and make chraine.

Friday was a nightmare in my house. Hashem gave Avraham and Eli-Chaim the strength to finish everything. Devorah sent them delicious food.

My daughter Naomi asked the doctor for permission to make a little seder for me in my hospital room. He said sure.

When Hashem plans, He plans everything. Naomi heard about an apartment near the hospital from someone on her kibbutz in the Gush and was able to rent the apartment for Shabbat.The girls who live in the apartment are students and had gone home for Pesach. One of the girls lives in my Yishuv and she was able to get the key when she drove Avraham home. Hashem's Hand at work.

Baruch Hashem Naomi, Eliezer and their five sons spent Shabbat with me and gave me a beautiful Seder and Shabbat.

When I saw the doctor Sunday morning I thanked him for giving Naomi permission for the seder.  He said to me, “for sure your children making you a seder was better medicine than anything I am giving you”.. 

Four days later I came home.  The doctor told me that I have a new birthday, April 2nd. Hashem granted me the Bracha of life.

My family has been fantastic. Naomi filled the freezer with a variety of delicious fleishic meals. Devorah made us soups, kugels, cakes and basically whatever I asked her for. Yesterday, Hagai bar b'qued a variety of meat for us for supper and another meal for freezing.. Devorah also has been handling all my appointments. So many phone calls to make. Eli-Chaim has been at my beck and call.

Avraham has been fabulous and has become the "chief cook and bottle washer" handling everything from laundry to washing the house and everything in between. 

The most surprising friend in my house is my sweet 4 legged friend Patches. She has attached herself to my hip. Since I came home she has not let me of her sight. She lies quietly in my bed next to me. When I go to the bathroom or take a shower she parks herself outside the door.

Last week I had a doctor's appointment. Eli-Chaim told me she looked out the window and cried all the time I was gone. He couldn't distract her. When I came home she jumped on me as if I was gone for a year.

Patches has proven herself to be a loyal friend.

Today is three weeks since my heart attack. Baruch Hashem I am getting stronger every day, but I still get tired very easily.

I want to thank everyone for your tefilla and good wishes. I am so touched about the amount of inquiries.  May HaKadosh Baruch Hu grant each of you many Brachot.

We are now in the Hebrew month of Iyar which is known as the month of healing. Iyar is an acronym for "I am G-d your healer" Exodus 15:26. May all who are sick have a refua shelaima.

Until next time........
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Shabbat Shalom!