The End Of The Line

Chapter 1: My Paternal Family

“I can’t believe that it’s already Christmas,” said the young man in the elevator. His voice was soft and pleasant with a tinge of a spoiled boy in it. He lived in the apartment above mine and played music so loud that the walls of the aged, six floors high house, shook and trembled. Some…

Chapter 2: Discovering My Father and His Time

The more I delve into my father’s past, disinterring and deciphering bits and pieces of information, the more I discover a person whom I would like to have known better and befriend. Of course, I “knew” him on a daily basis throughout a good part of my life, but the person I knew was a…

Chapter 3: Father Meets Mother

The lifelong relationship between my parents could be summed up by one short narrative: My father's biggest wish was that at least once, when stretching his hand, palm up, my mother will place her hand in his. She never did. I know almost nothing about my mother's first thirty some years. She was born (1902)…

Chapter 4: My Israeli Family

We arrived in Tel-Aviv late at night, a very rainy, dark night.  All the way from Haifa the four-year-old me had been feverishly howling and crying at the top of my voice, begging my parents to take me back home – to Poland.  I clearly was not very good company and I still cannot understand…

Chapter 5: Batia’s Letters To Mendle

(The letters, written in Hebrew, were translated by me) Tuesday 8 pm [1932] My Darling Mendl!, As promised, I hasten to follow your wish and write to you upon our arrival in the Land of Israel [from now on L I]. We arrived yesterday in the morning. Currently I’m still at the hotel. Now I’m…