Real Life in Israel

We are spending a couple of days in a small town south of Tel Aviv with people we have know for decades. They live quite well by Israeli standards. Their back yard is like a garden of Eden, with every type of fruit tree you can imagine. Our breakfast included fresh oranges and passion fruit just off the tree.



Everyone in this family is quite artistic. They paint, draw, do ceramics, and make jewelry. The house is like an art museum.



We actually met the parents of this family on our first trip in1978. They now live in a home for seniors, where they are still quite active as they approach 90. The woman emigrated from Canada and helped start a kibbutz with her husband, a Holocaust survivor from Poland. We spent the afternoon with them, hearing first-hand stories about what those years were really like. He has written a book, which includes the names of everyone in his small town and those surrounding it in rural Poland. Of 192 people, only 20 survived including the man and his two brothers.



At dusk we walked down the street in Maskeret Batia. Some of the houses are quite old, giving a quaint feeling to the place. Below is a remnant of the British presence here.



And what do you suppose this is? A home for pigeons, but of course. It stands in someone's front yard.



A beautiful synagogue stands at the circle just down the street.



Everywhere there is greenery and flowers. It really is hard to believe just 100 years ago this land was a desert. The Israelis are masters at making the desert bloom.


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Location:Maskeret Batia