Saturday, November 17, 2018

And the Rocket Siren Rang & Rang & Rang...

Once again, Israelis living around the Gaza Fence, spent hours in their bomb shelters Monday evening and Tuesday during the day, as Hamas, the terrorists organization, unleashed a flurry of rockets at residents of the South.

This time, Hamas outdid themselves firing 466 rockets. There were many injuries, a lot of damage, direct hits on private homes and an apartment building. Schools and some businesses closed. The train was cancelled and highways and roads were closed to non residents.

Our Yishuv is 9 km from Gaza [about 5 1/2 miles]. We received 9 rockets sirens with 7 coming every few minutes. The booming was ear piercing. Our house vibrated and the windows rattled.

Israel Home Front ordered all residents to stay in or near our bomb shelter.   

We have only 15 seconds to seek safety. Yes! Only 15 seconds. 
What do families with young children do?

My daughter Devorah, as a mother of 7 children, living in the Gaza Envelope, was asked to make an English video called ‘Life Under Fire’ - What can you do in 15 seconds?

Have a look. Devorah will leave you with chills.  Life Under Fire

I challenge you to take the 15 second test. See if you can get your family and pets to safety in 15 seconds.

1. choose a room in your house to be your safe room
2. set anytime on an alarm clock
3. set a second alarm clock for 15 seconds later.
4. when the alarm rings, gather your kids and pets and get to your safe room before the second alarm goes off.

Did you make it?

The Gaza Belt has many senior residents made up of families who made aliyah from Europe and Arab countries to escape discrimination. They came from Tunisia, Morocco, Iraq, Yemen, and so forth, before 1948 and after. The Jewish Agency settled them in the South on a barren piece of land. 

With very little food or money, these ‘settlers’ started moshavim, kibbutzim, and businesses. They worked tirelessly to settle the land and make the Negev the beautiful area it is. 

They turned a desert into rich land that grows vegetables, fruit, wheat, & flowers. As young men and women, they served in the IDF.

Today, they are seniors in their 80’s, 90’s and I’m sure some are 100 years old. 

When the siren rings, their lives are literally in danger. Many do not have bomb shelters in their homes and can’t get to a public shelter. There are seniors in wheelchairs, some have serious illnesses and are bed ridden, others suffer from dementia and alzheimers. They just can’t get to safety in 15 seconds. They can’t get to safety in any amount of time.

Last week, I visited a neighbour who is confined to a wheelchair. She does not have a bomb shelter in her house. I asked her what does she do when the siren rings. She told me, “I just sit here. I can’t go anywhere”. I told her to make sure she is not near any windows. The glass can shatter and fly.

This is not a way to live. We constantly wait for the next barrage of rockets. Hamas are a bunch of thugs, fickle ones at that. They don’t need a reason to fire rockets. 

I would like my government to explain why they allow a bunch of terrorist thugs to call the shots... And I don’t want them to say there is a bigger picture. Residents of the south deserve to be protected by their government.


Sunday, November 11, 2018

And The Hate Continues

My parents were both Canadian born. My father served in the Canadian army during WW2 and was deployed to Europe, where he was stationed for 3 years.

Except for telling us about some cousins he met in Paris, he never wanted to speak about his war experience.

And so the horrors of the war weren’t spoken in our home. Only before a Yom HaShoah program, when our Rabbi spoke about the holocaust, did I learn bits and piece. Truthfully, except for the fact that six million Jews were murdered, I was very ignorant.  

I knew that my Bubby’s parents were murdered in a pogrom before WW1. And the only reason I knew this was because we had a kiddush cup that belonged to them. My Bubby hid their kiddush cup and lachter in-between her clothes when she and some of her 14 siblings were able to escape from Minsk.

Today, this 100+year old Kiddush cup, sits proudly on my Seder table, waiting for Eliyahu HaNavi. 

The first time I heard the word Kristallnacht, was when I was a group leader for NCSY in Chomedey [suburb of Montreal], and our head group leader wanted to do program.

Six teenagers, all Canadian born, sat around the table and said, “a program for what?” 

Asking my parents about Kristallnacht, the answer I got was ‘it’s over and will never happen again.”

On Shabbat and today, November 9th and 10th, is the 80th anniversary of the 1938 Kristallnacht [also referred to as the Night of Broken Glass] pogroms. 

Overnight, non Jewish friends and neighbours turned on their Jewish neighbours and friends with delight. That night in Germany, thousands upon thousands of Jews were subject to terror and violence by the Nazis. Over 1,000 Jewish synagogues and over 7,500 Jewish businesses were destroyed, and approximately 30,000+  Jewish men were arrested and taken to concentration camps.

They destroyed everything Jewish. Store windows were smashed, shuls were set on fire, holy books and Torahs were burnt to a crisp.

What has the world learned in 80 years? Nothing! Anti-semitism is alive and flourishing world wide. The anti semites are crawling out of the closets, spouting their hatred words.

And what is the world’s answer? Anti-semitic laws are weak at best and not very often enforced. 

Poland is erasing their history. They say they too were victims...Nonsense..The Poles hands are dripping in Jewish blood. 

Today, BDS, is the modern anti-semitic movement. When someone says, “I like Jews, it is Israel I’m against, that’s an anti-semitic comment.

Anti-semitic and Anti Israel are one and the same.

Many years ago, when we were still living in Hamilton, Ontario, we had our own personal anti-semitic experiences.

One morning, my young son and I were getting ready to go to school. He opened the front door and stepped into a puddle of rotten eggs. He screamed ‘Mommy”. 

On the walls and front door, in black marker were  swastikas and the word Jew. 

We called the police, took pictures, and our building super and building managers. They didn’t know what to say. The police sent their race relation team to speak to us. The manager said, go to work and I will have it cleaned up.  When we came home there wasn’t a trace of anything. The walls had been cleaned and painted.

A few days later, the swastikas were back. But this time we had a death threat. On our front door, scribbled in black marker, Die Jew. 

This was a couple of days before Yom Kippur. The building manager set up cameras by our door. We explained to the police about Yom Kippur and they said they would add extra patrols around the building. 

We had our suspicion on who was responsible, but no proof. To this day, I don’t believe anyone was ever charged.

Baruch Hashem, Jews now have a homeland. Eretz Yisrael is calling you to come home. We have room for everyone.

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Sunday, August 12, 2018

The Sitting Ducks of the South...


The caption says ‘If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it's a resident of the Western Negev.’

Simple and true words. We, the residents of the South, Israeli tax paying citizens, are sitting ducks waiting for the other shoe to fall.

We are subjected to the whims of Hamas, a terrorist organization that honours death, lives for death, and has no respect for any life.

Hamas is a fickle band of terrorists who at any given moment can fire one, two, three or 150 missiles at the South aiming for our destruction. They fly kites, balloons, condoms and drones with a molotov fire bomb attached wanting to burn our land and injure firefighters and soldiers. 

To date they have burnt thousands of acres of Israeli farm land and forests. These flying firebombs have also landed and started fires on kibbutzim, moshavim, schoolyards, cities, just about anywhere and everywhere. 

Last Wednesday night, July 8th, from late evening and all night Hamas fired 150 missiles at southern residents. During the day they fired more missiles.

The government ordered the IDF to do a full assault and when Hamas cried ‘uncle’ and ran to Egypt to arrange a ceasefire, the IDF was ordered to stop. Instead of finishing the job, we said we will meet terror with actions and calm with calm. Who is our government trying so hard to please?

The first duty of an elected government is to protect its citizens. As citizens of the south, we feel we are second class citizens. Why isn’t the government protecting us?

I'm not a military expert, nor do I pretend to be, and it is not my place to tell the government how to answer, it is my place to say to this government "whether it is balloon launchers, terrorists firing missiles or trying to tear down the border fence, every offence must be answered strongly, not with words but with actions."

It is not normal for people to wait for the other shoe to fall. 

That’s all for now

* Many thanks to Adele Reamer for the use of her duck photo  

Monday, July 30, 2018

Who Will Protect Us? Who Will Speak For Us?


This blog is about forest animals, farm animals, birds, bees and molotov firebombs.  

I’m not an animal activist. I’m just a person who can’t stand the fact that innocent animals, birds and bees, which never did anything to Hamas are being abused in the worse way.  

This is why I am writing a blog. 

Quick Review  

Back in March, Hamas, a terrorist organization from Gaza, decided that an easy way to do a terror attack was to burn Israeli land in the South. They knew that fire would cause terror among the residents.

And so they took children’s kites and balloon’s and made them into weapons.  

They filled the balloons with helium, which the IDF said they stole from the hospital in Gaza, and attached a molotov firebomb to the tail and let it fly into Israel, fall and start a fire.

When they ran out of balloons they used condoms. Yes, you read correctly.  Today, they are using both balloons and small drones with gas canisters attached.

Thousands of dunams [acres] of Israeli forests and farmland have been burnt.  Burning balloons have landed in schoolyards and private homes.

Living in the forests are hundreds of small and large animals, from turtles to deer and everything in-between. These animals are being burnt to death alive trying to escape the fires. The fortunate ones, who do manage to survive, graze on burnt fields and have nothing to eat.  

We have farmers who have beehives. The last report said that 200+ beehives have been burnt. It is painful to see pictures of the bees trying to escape. A couple of weeks ago, Hamas caused a fire in a cowshed with the cows inside.  

Israeli firefighters do everything possible to save animals, but it is really an impossible job.  

In one of our Nature Reserve, a dead, burnt Falcon was found. It had a firebomb attached to its body. Its wing had gotten tangled in a tree. Hamas’s plan was to let the bird fly to Israel and have a canister explode.  

That was the final straw for me. After I saw the photo of the burnt, dead bird, I knew I had to do something. I wanted to know why after so many months, where was PETA? Why were they silent? PETA says they are the voice for animals. They are the protectors.  

On June 20th and July 9th, I posted blogs about the molotov fires. I wrote about the burned animals and asked where was PETA ? I was really surprised PETA hadn’t commented, after all they are always complaining about kosher slaughtering. At the end of this blog are the links to my two previous blogs. 

On Tuesday, July 16th, I sent an open letter to PETA on their Report Animal Cruelty page, explained the situation and asked them to condemn Hamas for the killings of innocent animals. 

I then posted my letter to PETA on my Facebook timeline with the contact link. Friends shared and took up the cause.  

Unknown to me at the time, a reporter took the situation a step further and contacted PETA for a statement.  

On Wednesday July 18th, in the Jerusalem Post, there was a very sterile statement from PETA.  

PETA’s statement: As human beings, every one of us at PETA is concerned about human civilians, children, and anyone else caught in the line of fire of any conflict. As an animal-protection organization, PETA notes that animals claim allegiance to no nation, don't choose sides, and can only rely on human beings to show them mercy, and it is unacceptable to use them as weapons of war.  

PETA did not condemn Hamas by name. I would like them to issue another statement condemning Hamas by name. PETA needs to receive complaints about their sterile statement. I don’t expect Hamas to stop the fires because PETA has named them. They will laugh it off. But PETA has a responsibility to publicly name the persons / organizations abusing animals. 

The link to contact PETA is..Peta condemn Hamas by name

I hope you will contact PETA. These animals are counting on us. Thank-you for your time. 

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Previous blogs.

June 20th Rockets and Fire

Sunday, July 15, 2018

And How Was Your Shabbat?

IDF spokesman: Moetzi Shabbat July 14th/18
-200 mortars and rockets fired
-4 Israeli civilians injured
-173 red alerts sirens
-30 iron dome interceptions.

And how was your Shabbat?

After a very nice Shabbat evening, at 1:30a.m., we were woken up by the red alert siren beeping and showing a missiles was fired at a southern kibbutz.

Southern parents had to wake their sleeping children to go to their bomb shelter. Communities in Otef Aza have between 7 and 15 seconds to seek safety, depending on how far they are from Gaza. Can you move that fast?

Take the test. Decide on a ‘safe’ room in your house. Using a stopwatch set it for 15 seconds. Have your cell phone alarm ring. Go! Stop what you are doing. Close the stove and oven if you are cooking. Gather your children and pets and get to your ‘safe’ room before 15 seconds. Pretty hard, right! Now imagine this scenario 5, 10, 20 times during the day.  

And so instead of children playing outside on Shabbat, they were stuck in their bomb shelters.

A missile exploded in a playground in Sderot. Just image the tragedy if children were playing in the park? A house was hit and a family was injured from shrapnel .

For many hours, Hamas fired missiles up to 7kms into Israel.  We live in Ma’agalim, 9 kms. As Shabbat was coming to an end, Hamas fired a grad missile towards Netivot. Our siren rang, our yishuv was in the pathway.

Patches, who has very sharp hearing heard the missile before the siren and was at the door. We went to our safe area, and 5 seconds later, heard 2 booms. The floor vibrated. The iron dome had intercepted the missile over our yishuv and we could see the puff of smoke in the sky across the street from us. 

The IDF was out all day answering. We heard booming from tanks and jets. They did damage. The IDF spokesman said Hamas was hit harder than ever before. Forty plus major hits, including destroying the training headquarters of Hamas and two tunnel from Gaza into Israel.

With all the rockets flying and IDF answering, somehow Hamas managed to start 15 molotov fires and burn more Israeli land.

Hamas was hurting and called for a ceasefire. International countries struck their nose where it didn’t belong and urged Israel to agree. Shamefully, we did.

One hour later, Hamas fired two more missiles. We answered.

As of now there is a ceasefire. We say it includes rockets and molotov kites and balloon and all methods of fire making. Hamas says it doesn’t include the fires. Only time will tell how we respond.

It is not for citizens to tell the IDF how to do their job. All we can say is FINISH THE JOB for once and for all.

As I type this blog, it is quiet except for the hum of the drone.

That’s all for now.

Monday, July 9, 2018

100 Days of Destruction...


100 days, yes you read correctly. This past Shabbat was 100 days Hamas has been flying kites and balloons with molotov firebombs attached and burning the land in the south of Israel. 

Kites and balloon, children’s toys have become weapons of mass destruction.

678 fires, thousands of dunams [we don’t measure in acres in Israel] of land have been burnt. The conversion is 1 dunam equals 0.247105 acres. Forests and nature parks are badly burnt. Animals have been killed in the most torturous way..burned alive. Once again I ask..where is Peta?

The costs are in the billions.

The destruction is monstrous. Where is the outrage from all the environmentalist groups? These fires have serious consequences.

Last week, an air quality machine was set up by the government to check the air quality in Otef Aza [Gaza belt] because residents are complaining they can’t breathe. Infants, children and the elderly are at risks. 

Medical costs are going to soar because of lung diseases. Asthmatics are having a very hard time breathing. Particles in the air cause bronchitis and pneumonia. Heart patients have to be monitored more often. 

It is not just the fact that the land is burnt. Hamas is waging economic terrorism against us. 

The south has a lot of wheat fields. And from wheat we get flour. With very little wheat available every product that requires wheat is going to be more expensive. From bread, to cakes, to pasta and so forth. Where will we get the wheat that we are short? My guess it will need to be imported. That means higher prices. Just imagine what matza is going to cost. 

Rosh Hashana is just around the corner. Yad Mordechai is one of the largest honey producers. Many of their bee hives have been burnt. We are already being told that there will be a shortage of honey for Rosh Hashana.

And the vegetables that we grow for domestic use and exports. Some farmers are trying to harvest whatever crops they have left. We have a farmer near us that has sheep and goats. He grows hay for his animals so that they will have food for the winter months. We saw him harvesting his fields day and night. 

Some farmers have lost their parnassa [livelihood]. And the people they employ, Israelis and foreign workers, have also lost their parnassa.

And from our government the silence is deafening. It is like they are wearing ear muffs and blindfolds. Why are they twiddling their thumbs and doing nothing about it?

The citizens of the south have had enough. On Thursday, July 12, at 7:00 p.m. there will be a demonstration at the Sderot Junction [near the train station]. Everyone across our wonderful country is invited. Show your support for the South and send a strong message to our government. Enough is Enough. Do something to stop the fires!

That’s all for now
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If you are on Facebook, I would like to recommend you follow Black South Photography. This is a page of photos of the south after a fire taken by professional photographers. The pictures are hard to look at, but show the entire picture. 

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Rockets and Fire...

Since 2001, Palestinian terrorists have fired fifteen thousand plus rockets and mortars at Israel from the Gaza Strip as part of their plan to drive Israelis out of Israel and drown in the sea.

In 2005, in the month of August, the Israeli government of the time, Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, ordered the IDF to expelled 10,000 Jewish citizens from their homes and land in Gush Katif.

The Sharon government was convinced that if they move the Jewish residents out of Gaza, and improve the lives of the Gazans, Hamas would stop firing rockets and become good citizens. He was also out to please the American President and the world.  

The government destroyed their homes, but left community centers, schools, land to build apartments, greenhouses, all to improve the lives of the Gazan people. 

How did Hamas say thank-you, “we will build apartments for our people”, by firing thousands of rockets at communities in the South.

And the land for apartments, well it became terror training camps. The everyday people received no improvements to their lives.

Being a terrorist is a job and a well paying job at that. There is a set monthly allowance for injuring and maiming Israelis and if you kill an Israeli, there is a big bonus. If you are arrested and while you are in prison, your family will receive a monthly allowance. If you are killed, your family will be looked after for life.

Hamas has no respect for life. Young children act as human shields for cowardly terrorists, dig tunnels, have bomb belts strapped to their little bodies and become suicide bombers when the bomb goes off remotely. Nice people right?

Women are dispensable and are told by their husbands to be terrorists. They hide knives under their clothes and stab Israeli soldiers. 

Donkeys have had bomb belts attached to their body and when they get near a soldier they are blown up. Where is PETA when you need them?

The newest terror weapons are children’s kites. Hamas terrorists build kites,  attach a Molotov firebomb to the tail and let the wind gently float across the Gaza fence and when it falls in Israel, it explodes on Southern farmers fields and starts a fire. 

And when they ran out of kites, Hamas used balloons. They fill the balloon with helium, that they stole from hospitals, attach a molotov bomb to the string and again let the wind blow it to Israel and explode.

No more kites or balloons, no problem, Hamas is now using condoms as balloons.

According to reports, because of kite terrorism, approximately 400 fires have consumed more than 30,000 hectares of crops, forests and nature reserves. The damage to the farmers and their property is estimated at more than NIS 7 million and growing. 

Sheep and goats have nowhere to graze. Fox, deer and many small animals that live in the forest are suffocated and burnt alive to death because they have nowhere to run and hide. It will take years for the land to be rejuvenated.

On Tuesday, after a day of many fires, at 1:15a.m., when everyone was asleep, Hamas fired 45 rockets at southern communities until 5:30a.m. Many families slept in their bomb shelters.

One rocket exploded next to a kindergarten. The explosions of rockets broke windows in houses and cars and caused other damage. B”H there weren’t any physical injuries reported, but emotional injuries, I ‘m sure there were many.

The IDF answered the rockets with 25 hits in Gaza. We had booming all night and the iron dome did its job. 

As I write this blog there are fires still burning.

I am posting a video of the burnt land. It is heart breaking to look at but very necessary to understand what Israelis are living with. The video has some Hebrew, but the truth is no language is necessary. The video speaks for itself. After you view the video, please share it. Two Months of Fire

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


Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Coffee Talk Ladies on the Go...

I belong to a Facebook group called ‘Coffee Talk Ladies’. For a description of what our group is about please read a blog I wrote when we had our first face to face .

Travelling from the South to Jerusalem with my friend Esther, we arrived in good time to meet up with the rest of our friends.

Our visit started with hugs and kisses, happy to see each other and meet a couple of Ladies who were new to our group.

Taking the Light Rail and then a mini bus which had to navigate the very narrow streets of the Jewish Quarter of the Rova, one of my favorite areas of Jerusalem.  

Our first stop was to visit The Plugat HaKotel Museum, also known as "the Western Wall Squad” Museum and tells the story of a group of young heroic Betar members who risked their lives to keep a Jewish spark alive at the Western Wall.

Their story is often forgotten and seldom mentioned in the story of  the Jewish settlement in the Land of Israel. Recommend to visit.  

Everyone was hungry! It was time to go to the Holy Cafe, a small restaurant in the Rova, close to the museum, where we had lunch reservations.

The staff had set up a long table for us. The food was tasty, prices reasonable, but the noise level from blenders etc every few seconds, was unbearable. 

After taking a group photo, some of the girls headed for home and the rest took a short walk to the Kotel

The weather was perfect for a visit. Not too hot, fluffy clouds to cover the sun and a nice breeze.

The Kotel, what can I say... its beauty, its holiness, a place where you feel the closest to Hashem. When you touch the ancient Wall and pray for family and friends, the feelings you have are magnificent. 

Placing some notes into the cracks, I stood in front of the Wall and just marveled how honored and privileged I was to live in Eretz Yisrael. 

The Kotel was just a bus ride away. I told myself, I must make it my business to visit the Wall more often.

I’m not sure if it is halacha or tradition, but when you leave the Wall, you walk backwards to your seat, in other words you don’t turn your back to the Wall. After saying Tehillim and davening mincha, we said goodbye to our friends and left for home.

The day was fabulous. I came home tired but it was a good tired.

Sure enough to ruin this perfect day, less than 1/2 hour after our bus left Sderot, the incoming missile alert blared... 

That’s all for now. Feel free to comment

Sunday, May 6, 2018

And the Jets Roared...

Shavua Tov!

For the past 24 years Eretz Yisrael has been our home. We have had many ups and downs, but we have never regretted making Aliyah. 

Life in Israel is good!

Since 2004 we have lived in the Negev, in the South of the country, 9 kms. from Gaza.

We have a couple of airbases not far from us and we are used to hearing helicopters, jets, tank fire, booming. Sometimes all the activity is the IDF doing a targil [practice], sometimes our neighbours are misbehaving and our brave chayalim go to work defending our nation. 

Unless necessary, IAF aircrafts do not fly on Shabbat.

That being said, yesterday morning, our Yishuv was quiet. We were relaxing, reading the newspaper, when suddenly the quiet was broken with the roar of several jets soaring across the sky.

The sounds of jets, Shabbat morning is very worrisome. We waited for a boom, to know if they were heading to Gaza. No boom came. Problems in the North or did something cross our airspace? Who knows. We waited for the sounds of our jets returning. 

Two hours later, we heard jets again. I’m so in tune to the sounds around me, that I heard them from a distance, and said to my husband, “jets again”. 

Do you remember Radar, in the 1960’s TV series MASH, when Radar would shout incoming helicopters several seconds before anyone else heard them flying. That’s me.

Late in the afternoon, I was getting seuda shlishi ready, when once again we heard jets. Three times in one Shabbat, what was happening in our precious country? 

May the Hand of Hashem protect our chayalim and chayalot who so bravely defend our nation and may He protect our precious homeland.

That’s all for now

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Ode to the English Language and more..

Because of the tragedy in Israel last week, and everyone feeling so down, I thought I would post something light to put a smile on our face, even for just a couple of seconds.

Ode to the English Language. Google describes the word ‘ode’ as a lyric poem in the form of an address to a particular subject, often elevated in style, manner and written in varied or irregular meter, or a historical a poem meant to be sung.

Many years ago I came across these wonderful pieces. I don’t know who authored them but he/she was certainly quick wit. 

English is a strange and fun language.

The bandage was wound around the wound.

The farm was used to produce produce.

The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

We must polish the Polish furniture.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.

When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

I did not object to the object.

The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

There was a row among the oarsmen how to row.

They were too close to the door to close it.

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

Let’s face it, English is a funny language.

There is no egg in eggplantham in hamburger, pine or apple in pineappleEnglish muffins weren’t invented in England or french fries in France. Sweetmeat are candies and sweetbreads which aren’t sweet, is meat.

We take English for granted, but if we really explore we will find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is not from Guinea or a pig

If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beethOne goose, two geese, so why not one moose two meeseIf a vegetarian eats vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?

In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? 

Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Park in a driveway and drive on a parkway? Have a nose that runs and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposite

And why does an alarm go off by going on?

English was invented by people, not computers and it reflects 
the creativity of the human race. 

That is why when the stars are out they are visible, but when the lights are out they are invisible. And the last word, why doesn’t ‘Buick’ rhyme with ‘quick’

And then we have the Tate Family? A very unusual family.

The father is Dictate, who wants to run everything and Uncle Rotate, who wants to change everything around. 

There is sister Agitate, who stirs up everything and her brother Irritate who helps her.  

Whenever something new is suggested, Hesitate and his sister Vegetate always pour cold water on the suggestions.  

Then there is Imitate, who tries to have the organization the same as everywhere else he has been. 

Everybody tends to quake if Devastate stands up to speak at a meeting.  

And of course there is his brother Potentate, who wants to be a big shot in the organization.

The twins Cogitate and Meditate are always delightful. 

Facilitate is very helpful and is often supported by Felicitate

And there is Resuscitate who gives people all the help they need. 

But one family should not run the organization, bring in those other members Activate and Participate
Please pass along for others to enjoy!  

Until next time

Tuesday, April 17, 2018



Tonight [Tuesday] and tomorrow is Yom HaZikaron
23,645 Israeli soldiers have fallen. 

Yom Hazikaron was declared by the Israeli Knesset in 1963 and enacted into law, as the national Remembrance Day, to be observed in Israel on the 4th of Iyar [April], for all Israeli military personnel who served our country with pride and honour and lost their lives in the establishment of the State of Israel and for those who have been killed while on active duty in Israel’s armed forces. IDF

We are also remembering the Victims of Arab Terrorism. 

Yom Hazikaron begins at sundown when a siren is sounded across the country for one minute. The official state ceremony will then take place at the Western Wall (the Kotel) in Jerusalem. The following day, a siren sounds for two minutes, at 11.00am.

In our house, after the siren, we light a yartzeit candle in honour of those who paid the ultimate price so that we can live in our Jewish homeland. We will be forever grateful to them.

Yom Hazikaron ends Wednesday evening with a state ceremony and Yom Ha’atzmaut begins. This year, we are celebrating our 70th year of independence.

A couple of years ago I wrote a poem for our chayalim and chayalot.


Thank-you dear chayalim and chayalot
of the Israel Defence Force.
Thank-you for your service
in defending our nation.

Thank-you dear Reservist
for answering the call to serve
so that our country will not fall.

Many have sacrificed their lives
So that we can live in our homeland.
Baruch Dayan Emet
May your name be honored. 

To those who are serving
all over our precious land
our prayers are with you.

May The Hand of the One Above
watch over you day and night
and bring you home safely
into the arms of your families.

That’s all for now.

Monday, December 18, 2017

The Raindrops of Rockets

As I have blogged my times before, my family and I have been living in Israel for 23 years and for the past 13 years we have lived in the Negev, in the South.

The yishuv [community] where we live is 5 minutes from Netivot, 12 minutes from Sederot, half an hour from Beer Sheva and 9 kilometers [5 1/2 miles] from Gaza. 

The most common question I am asked from people who do not live in Israel and some Israelis for that matter is: why do you want to live so close to Gaza? It is so dangerous. Aren’t you afraid of missiles and terror attacks? 

My answer is: Why wouldn’t we want to live in the Negev? The South is a beautiful part of our country.

Just imagine living on the same land that our forefather Avraham Avinu lived. A couple of kilometers from where I live, Avraham Avinu set up his tents, made purchases from passing merchants and where his sheep grazed.

The land that we walk on today is the same land Avraham Avinu walked. Amazing!

In Parshat Breshei, my area is referred to as Gerar. Today, there is a National park on this land called Nahal Gerar

My grandchildren love to visit and walk the trails.

When we decided to live in the Negev, the arabs in Gaza were never a consideration. We are not heroes. We don’t have our head in the sand and during war time we followed the instructions of the IDF. 

But on the other hand, we will never allow arabs to dictate where we live or where we go. And yes, Grad missiles have exploded in our backyard and on streets not far from us. 

Hamas and company, the different factions that live in Gaza and Sinai are once again firing missiles towards the southern communities of Israel.

Our yishuv had an incoming missile warning siren two weeks ago, just as we were finishing our Shabbat meal.  
Other communities have had almost nightly sirens.

Last night a rocket exploded next to a home where a family was home. B”H there wasn’t any physical injuries but there was extensive damage to the home and their car was totaled.

We have been awaken during the night to the incoming warning siren where we have only 15 seconds to go to safety. My grandchildren who live on my yishuv attend a fortified school and Yeshiva 3kms from Gaza. 

I could go on and on...but I will end by saying, if you are planning a visit to Israel or planning to make Aliyah, consider visiting / living in the south.  You won’t be sorry. 

The Negev is a great place to raise a family and call home.

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

Post Script: I have a Facebook group page. To join our group page  Klal Yisrael Under Attack Everywhere 

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Memories are a Wonderful Gift......


We made Aliyah [moved to Israel] twenty-three years ago and our only regret was that we didn’t come earlier....even though earlier wasn’t the right time, but that’s for another blog. 

Living in Israel, our homeland, with its ups and downs, is an honour and privilege. 

One of the very few things that I miss from my birth country Canada is autumn. Israel has only two seasons, winter and summer.

Growing up in Montreal, by the middle of August, the weather was changing and so was the season. 

The arrival of Autumn meant summer vacation was almost over and we would go back to school. The chagim [the Jewish High Holidays] were not far away and my mother a”H would be busy baking and cooking. 

The best part of autumn for me were the leaves changing colours. 

I loved to stand on our apartment balcony and see how many colours I could count.  Red, orange, yellow, orange, brown leaves, the combination producing a magnificent sight.

As a child, a Sunday afternoon treat, was when my parents  would take my brother a”H and I for a drive to the Laurentian Mountains

The fallen leaves lined the mountain tops and the highway. Along the route were look-outs where you could stop and enjoy the view.

Jumping into piles of leaves was so much fun. My brother and I would race to see who could gather more leaves to make the bigger pile.

For years, usually on Labour day. [first Monday in September] we would have an extended family adventure to the Laurentians. 

My dad and uncles would plan where we could stop to have a picnic and my mom and aunts would make sandwiches and bring thermoses filled with hot water. The adults had their coffee and we kids enjoy hot chocolate. 

I remember having so much fun playing ball and tag with my cousins. While my mom and her sisters sat, talked and knitted, my dad and uncles would take us on a walk on one of the trails to look at the scenery. 

Each family had a Brownie camera  and we kids had fun taking pictures of each other, rocks and of course the trees 

By the middle of the afternoon, the wind would pick up and it was time to go home. We said our good-bys with hugs and kisses.

Many autumns came and went, I grew up, got married and had kids.

My dad’s greatest pleasure was to take his grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon drive to the Laurentians to see the Autumn leaves. 

Typing this blog, I am smiling, remembering my parents, my brother and our childhood. 

Memories are a wonderful gift.

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

Sunday, July 30, 2017

The Loss is Great!


In memory of: Esther Rochel a”H 
Yitzchak Shalom HaKohen a”H

As many of you know, I just got up from sitting shiva. During the shiva I thought a lot about my brother and sister-in-law, trying to make any sense of these tragedies. I couldn’t. They were both so young and had so much to live for. But, I know that Hashem makes decisions that we don’t understand.

I decided to put pen to paper and blog about my thoughts.

Three years ago my dear sister-in-law Esther a”H told me she had been diagnosis with lung cancer.  Esther wasn’t just my sister-in-law, she was my sister and best friend. Esther was a fighter. She wanted to live for her husband Yitzchak a”H, their children, and grandchildren. Whatever treatment was offered she agreed to try. 

With all her pain she tried not to complain. Her faith in Hashem was strong.

And by her side day in and day out was Yitzchak, all their children and their spouses and the older grandchildren.
The kids would go with her to doctor appointments and treatments. 

Their home was filled with kindness and humility.

But Esther’s illness had consequences and took a toll on Yitzchak.

On 28th of Av 5776 [September 1 2016] Esther returned her neshama to her maker.

Eleven months later, 29th of Tammuz 5777 [July 23rd, 2017] Esther’s beloved husband, returned his neshama to his maker.

In eleven months my nine nieces and nephews and their spouses and children lost their parents and grandparents and I lost my brother and sister-in-law. I feel empty. The loss is great.

My nephew asked me if I would like to speak at the funeral. I said yes. These were my words.

Yitzchak, I was 6 years old when you were born and I was so excited to have a little brother. In those days mothers and babies stayed in the hospital for 10 days and your brit was in the hospital. I didn’t get to meet my baby brother until your brit. It was love at first sight. 

Last week when I visited you, your eyes were wide open and I remembered a story from 60 years ago.  You were 4 years old and I was 10. We were on a vacation at Old Orchard Beach Maine. We were getting ready to go somewhere and mommy told us to wait in the hotel lobby but not to go outside. 

One second you were with me, the next second you were gone. We looked everywhere. The hotel manger called the police and described you as the sweetest little boy with big round brown eyes and a patch on your knee. They found you 15 minutes later. When asked why you went outside you said “I saw a little puppy go by and it was alone so I went to see if it was okay.” And this is how you led your life.

Yitzchak, you had a heart of gold.  If someone needed help, you were the first person to help. I want to thank-you for being my little brother and I want to thank-you for bringing Esther into our family. She wasn’t just my sister-in-law, she was my best friend and I miss her so much.

Together you and Esther raised a beautiful family. Your children are so very special. The respect they had for you and Esther and the way they care about each other is heartwarming.

Yitzchak when you see mommy and daddy please tell them I love and miss them. Tell them about their beautiful family. About all their grandchild, about the many great-grandchildren they have and that they have a little great-great granddaughter.   

Yitzchak you and Esther have earned your places in Gan Eden. I love you.


Sunday, July 16, 2017

The Best Three Hours of the Week....

Last November I joined an over 60 mosaic class run by our Moetza, Sdot Negev. We finished for the summer at the end of June and resume after the chagim.

I have always like working with my hands and creating. When I was a young mother, I learned how to needlepoint and I made many beautiful wall hangings.

Interesting fact is that I can copy a picture and then make changes adding my own thoughts about I wanted to see in the design but I can’t trace a picture. It comes out all wrong.

Using my imagination to create a mosaic totally relaxes me. Instead of thinking about everything at home, I think only about my picture. What colours I want to use, what shape to cut the glass, which glue to use and where am I going to hang the finished work. 

Our chug is 3 hours once a week. It is the best 3 hours of the week for me.

We had several sessions learning about ceramics and I had an opportunity to make a wall hanging.

It was so much fun to go outside and hammer piece of pottery and tiles for my abstract. 

Once again I saw myself. I like structure and I need to have a place for everything. My husband goes crazy when I get upset because he put something in the fridge on the wrong shelf or in the wrong place. 

After I finished my abstract, I saw me...the stones, shapes and colour were so balanced. 

In Netivot, we have a couple of stores that sell mosaic stones. I purchased a variety of stones and have created pictures at home.

My son made a comment to me that is really so true. He said “you have very little patience to sit around and you do several jobs at the same time. You finish everything so quickly, but when it comes to your mosaic, you have all the time in the world. You have patience to cut the stones, and figure where they will fit perfectly. It is like you are doing a jig saw puzzle to create your picture. It’s amazing!”

So now if you don’t mind I would like to show off my work.

My first creation
A hanger wall hanging for my great-granddaughter Oriya.
hot plates
Shabbat candlesticks
My ceramic abstract wall hanging
Jewellery box
A nameplate for our front door
A wall hanging

That's all for now. I have a couple of other projects I want to try during the summer.

Feel free to comment.