I too grew up in a family like that. My parents were pioneers in the 40s and helped to establish the Israeli airforce. My dad smuggled in and reassembled pieces of German planes and worked as a flight engineer. They met on a kibbutz and married in a group wedding.
After 7 years they left, never to return. The reasons have come home to roost at present.
Lovely portraiture and lyric narrative here. That a celebration of survival and culture can also be inclusive of that type of care for Palestinians is much appreciated.
I love all of these so much! I was drawn in immediately by the first poem. Both of my maternal grandparents were good with the names of plants and trees. And yes! mothballs in the house...
I too grew up in a family like that. My parents were pioneers in the 40s and helped to establish the Israeli airforce. My dad smuggled in and reassembled pieces of German planes and worked as a flight engineer. They met on a kibbutz and married in a group wedding.
After 7 years they left, never to return. The reasons have come home to roost at present.
Lovely portraiture and lyric narrative here. That a celebration of survival and culture can also be inclusive of that type of care for Palestinians is much appreciated.
I love all of these so much! I was drawn in immediately by the first poem. Both of my maternal grandparents were good with the names of plants and trees. And yes! mothballs in the house...
I feel I should comment more and also deeply. But I'm overwhelmed by the clarity within the complications. I don't know where to start.