On Sad and Glad

A few days ago, Dorothy, a dear friend of ours passed away. Dottie was a beautiful woman who had seen a lot of life in her 80 years. She suffered from cancer and various treatments for the past four years and finally succumbed to a stroke brought on by the cancer’s complications.

Dottie, you have been a dear, loving, friend to Irma and me for the last seven years. Your love and caring and your happy, positive attitude made us feel loved and welcome from the day we moved to Boca Raton.

Your love for Yiddishkeit, you respect and love for our Young Israel of Boca Raton and our rabbi, Rabbi R., served to guide us easily into our home at YIBR.

Your love and devotion to your husband, Rabbi G., and your feelings for your children and grand children served as a shining example to us and others around you.

Your ability to endure life’s pains and disappointments with a smile and a prayer of thanks to G-d taught us to appreciate what G-d gives us.

Thank you, Dottie, for your love and friendship. Thank you for your words of encouragement and support on our move to Israel.


We will always remember you and keep you close in our hearts. We hope that you will look down from above and point out to G-d the little garden that was planted in Israel in your honor.


May G-d console your family among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.

Dorothy's Garden
Efrat, Israel

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As G-d gives us beautiful people and flowers and a world of beauty and even sadness, He also give us simchas, happy occasions, that teach us about the continuum of life and its several milestones. This week we were blessed to be able to attend a very lovely wedding in Jerusalem. The bride is the daughter of new friends in our new community of Efrat.

Without embarrassing the newlyweds, let’s just say that the physical beauty of this young couple is only matched by their overwhelming devotion to G-d and their motivation to do kind deeds for the less fortunate among us.

We are privileged to be a part of the wedding celebration, which helps us to understand and accept our profound sadness in losing our dear friend.

Shabbat Shalom, Y'all.

How Could I Punish Her?

Bandit’s post got a better response than mine have. Maybe she needs to start her own blog, or maybe she’ll be willing to be a guest author for me.


Today is Sunday. I usually write my blogs on Friday, but I have two weeks vacation from Ulpan so I have a bit of spare time.

This morning, Irma and I went to the new supermarket that opened about four miles away. It was a magnificent day with a beautiful cloudless blue sky. Since the local bus service isn’t so great, we hitchhiked (a common occurrence in Israel). We got there about 10 minutes after we left the house.

Across the road from the supermarket is the Gush Etzion Winery (Gush Etzion is the name of our region). We heard that they had a good restaurant and Irma needed yeast for making wine, so we went there first. We each had a delicious warm mushroom and cheese sandwich on baguette with a salad. Irma got a small amount of yeast and then we went to the supermarket.

We quickly found the herring that we came for, plus a couple bottles of local Israeli wine (about $4.25 each). Before we left, we ran into a neighbor (I’m making the herring for his daughter’s wedding later in the week). He offered us a ride home, so we waited for him to do his shopping.

All in all, a nice morning. My first visit to the new store, and we got rides both ways. It was a nice little morning adventure in Israel without a car and without speaking Hebrew yet.

By the way, Bandit and I had a little talk. We’re negotiating her fee for doing some writing for me. I had to explain to her that even we don’t eat steak, and besides, there’s no money coming from this blog. She said she’d sleep on it.

Shalom, Y’all

Woof From Efrat

For those of you who don’t know me yet, I’m Bandit, the beautiful, intelligent brave person who lives with and takes care of Mom and Dad; you know them as Irma and Mel. I know, I look like a Great Pyrenees dog, but that’s just a disguise I used to trick them into adopting me.

Anyway, I have a bunch of friends who live in places in America – Colorado and Florida. I’ve wanted to say, “Woof,” to all of you but never had the chance until now. Dad left his computer on and went out for a while. Usually when they leave me alone, I try to sleep on their bed. This time I’m trying something new…they’ll never know (they’re not so smart).

The three of us left that Florida place and moved to this other place they call Efrat, in Israel. You wouldn’t believe how they brought me here. I wouldn’t put a DOG through that, but that’s another story.

This place is much better than that Florida place, because I have a private yard and garden all to myself, so I can pee whenever I want. I’m worried about the garden, because Mom just planted some trees. You see, I’m female and trees are for boys to pee on. I hope they don’t get a boy dog.

Mom already got one of those smelly cat things; she’s ok. She’s small and doesn’t eat too much of my food. The cat isn’t afraid of me anymore, so we have become friends. She’s not too useful, because she can’t bark yet. I’ll try to teach her.

The weather here is nicer than Florida because it gets cool at night. They even have winter here and sometimes they even get snow; not as much as Colorado, but I’m getting older and wouldn’t have fun in that much snow anymore.

I like this place better than Florida because my yard has a fence that lets me see out and bark when people go by. I don’t bark at everyone, because nobody is afraid of me anymore. I just bark at some people to sound like I am on the job protecting our home and our neighborhood.

Mom and Dad will be back soon, so I’d better go. I just wanted to tell all my friends how much I miss you. Please come and visit us. I’ll be happy to take you for a walk and show you the best places to pee.

Hello, Uncle Ira and Aunt Perri; you guys and Fluffy are the best. Hello, Uncle Jeffery and Aunt Barbara; I miss playing with you on the floor. Hi, Lola and Manfred. Hi George at Casuarina. Hi also to the Josephs and the Golds – all good dog people.

I miss Caleb and Rikki, my little grand kids from Colorado. I hope you visit me sometime soon. Also Aaron and Jonah, please come visit me from Michigan. Your cousins, Haddar, Danielle and Raquel come and visit.

Hi Yonah, I miss you; say Hi to your dad, I think he liked me but he was afraid of me. Your sister, Leah, liked me but was afraid of me too. I’m sorry I took Mrs. K. away from you, but I needed someone and Uncle Ira was too big to get into my cage with me.

If I missed anyone, I’m sorry. I miss you all, but I wouldn’t move back to Florida for all the MilkBones in Costco. Please come and visit us.

Woof to you all.
Bandit

Come Play With Me

Efrat's Appeal

Almost five months ago we moved to Efrat, Israel from America. Surprisingly, the transition has been very easy. The people are very friendly and helpful and have welcomed us with open arms and open hearts. The fact that almost everyone here came from an English speaking country has also been helpful.


While much of Israel is beautiful, we find that Efrat and the surrounding Gush Etzion area are especially appealing to us, for a few reasons. One reason has to do with the physical beauty. The Judean hills are absolutely magnificent, reminiscent of my past homes in Pennsylvania and Colorado.

Another, more compelling, appeal to this place is its location. Efrat is built on a ridge encompassing seven hills. Looking off to the right (north and east), you can see Jerusalem, about six or eight miles as the crow flies.

Now, Abraham lived just about 10 miles South of here in Mamre (Hebron), and the story in the Torah about the sacrifice of Isaac (in present day Jerusalem) has Abraham traveling past here to dwell in Beer Sheva. Our forefathers, Isaac and Jacob lived in the neighborhood and travelled up and down these hills. In addition, there are many references in Tanach to Efrat (Efrata or Ephrata). King David spent time walking these hills, as did some of the prophets and Ruth (Book of Ruth). To the kids here in Israel, especially this area, the Torah is their local History book.

Irma, my wife, has been very busy with putting our new home in order. One of her favorite projects, with G-d’s help, has been the transformation of a small weed infested yard to a pretty garden outside our first floor apartment. In addition to garden herbs and tomatoes, squash and cantaloupes, Irma planted roses and other flowers, as well as a lemon tree, a pomegranate tree, jasmine vine, passion fruit vine and more.

This garden has been a task of love and a prayer. You see, a dear, sweet friend of ours has been ill, and Irma has dedicated this garden as a living, growing, expanding prayer to The Holy One, Blessed be He, for her quick recovery. It’s called Dorothy’s Garden, and we are looking forward to the day that Dorothy can make the trip to Israel with her loving husband to visit her garden.

Dorothy's Garden

Dorothy's Garden

View From Our Street

That's Jerusalem in the Distance

That's about all for this week. Feel free to comment or ask questions or not.

Love from Efrat,

Mel