Shedim
One night it was windy and stormy. Oh the sheydim, the sheydim. And my father took me up and put me on his lap, and he said to me, listen Esther, there are no shedim. They are not real. And from that moment I felt very safe and smarter than the other girls. They would be scared by every storm and wind and sound in the woods. And they were scared of ayin harah. But I wasn’t scared.
That’s right, he was a rationalist. Like the Rambam. And he felt it was important to teach us this.
Tzvi
Tzvi didn’t get married till he was thirty years old. Every night my dad would daven that he would just get married…
One night my brother Tzvi brought home a Zionist text. It made a big fight and my father threw it in the fire. But many of the young people were reading these
He found the right girl. The perfect girl. She fit right in with our family and we loved her so much. Not for long, but everything was good, for this short and sweet period of time
Take it
I want you to have this picture. Of Ben Gurion with Zeida
Shloshim
Bottom: Visiting her kever last week, in Israel, a few seashells, a little late
Top: Mom took Baba to Israel in 2015
