Jim

In the mid 80's Yael , Ma'ayan and I were on a visit in the States. The whole clan had gathered at La Pine and of course that included going down the Little Deschutes River in makeshift rafts and inner tubes.


Yael and I had finished our cruise and were standing with my uncle Jim on a high bank over a bend in the river. The water was deep, and for the life of me, I don't know what got into me, but a foolish impulse overcame my better sense and I pushed Yael over the edge of the bank down 5 or 6 feet into the river. She was totally unprepared and started thrashing and floundering in the water. I remember looking down and thinking, "Is she okay down there?" I was wondering what I should do when suddenly I felt this big strong hand on my back and the next thing found myself in the water. Yael, panicking by now, grabbed me around the head pushing me under in a attempt to surface and gasp for air. At this point I finally realized that she, and now I, were in trouble and pushed her to the bank and then made it there myself. To this day, as far as Yael's concerned, Jim is her savior (no need to say what that makes me.)

I think back now, about growing up with Jim and Ethel and my grandparents and that whole generation in our family, and how they were the most wonderful people in the world to me. They weren't burdened with disciplining us kids, but rather they were a picture of the kind of people we should strive to be. Of course, now I realize that they were only human and had their quirks and quarrels like all of us, but what I recall is how they loved us 110%, were never critical of us, but always confident that we'd do the right thing.

And when we didn't, like Jim on that river bank, they'd give us a nudge.

Jim. A big man, in every way.

Maayan

Before......

1985

1986-7

1988

Netanel's Bris 1992

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1993

1994

1995

1999

2001

IDF

2002-4

India 2006

Odelia's Bat Mitzvah 2007

2008

2012

and after?

(Last photo courtesy of Olivia at Inspired By Grace)

I Want You To Meet Someone

Maayan's big dream when she was a girl was to be a bride. She wasn't too keen on being a wife, but she wasn't one to let a little detail like marriage keep her from having a wedding. Her wedding would be fancy; a white wedding dress, flowers, adoring family and envious girlfriends. The groom was an unattractive but essential accessory, like a telephone pole by the Taj Mahal.

I fixed her lunch one day after school. She was in first or second grade and sat there by the kitchen table waiting for me. I told her there was someone I wanted her to meet. She didn't show any interest or objection.

"Who?"
"You know how Savta Sophie and Saba Yaakov (my wife's parents) were matched." (60 or so years ago arranged marriages were the rule in Jewish Bombay, love matches were the exception.) She knew, but didn't get the connection.

Well, a friend of mine has a son your age, I told her. I went on spinning the yarn. Now I had Maayan's attention. "My friend and I have decided that you (Maayan and the boy) are right for each other, so we (my imaginary friend and I) have arranged for you to get married when you're old enough. We think it would nice if you get to know each other."

"I don't want to marry him."
"You don't even know him."
She didn't care. "You can't make me marry him."

She had a point there. The trick in successfully fooling someone is to never deny the truth, but to twist it.

"I can't make you marry him, but only I can decide if you will have a wedding. If you won't marry him, then I won't let you get married."

I had her over a barrel. It was the prospect of missing her day more than a lifetime of loneliness that troubled her. She paused. Then her face hardened and her forehead furled.

"Okay, I'll marry him, but he'll wish he were dead."

The drop of anger in the corner of her eye told me I had gone too far, so I came clean before she started crying.

"Abba, that wasn't kidding – that was lying!" That was when we made the rule that pulling someone's leg longer than 5 minutes is lying.

In spite of being deceived regularly by her parents, Maayan grew up to be a well adjusted young woman with a healthy distrust of authority. With the exception of her first beau in high school, she's never made the mistake of bringing her boyfriends home.

Now there's a man she wants me to meet.

I don't know much about him.

The time has come, and Maayan is bringing a man into my life. I don't have much of a choice in the matter, and I will have to live with it and hope for the best, like a bride in an arranged marriage.

Maayan is the matchmaker for herself. For me. For him.

I hope it's a good match between the men in Maayan's life. Because if it isn't, one of us will wish he were dead.

Sex, Second Grade and Setting It Straight

You've made it your business to set people straight ever since second grade, when you discovered a bunch of kids more uninformed and much less behaved than you, namely the first graders. Today you are a blogger, amusing yourself with nothing more harmless than personality types and book reports, or getting in touch with your sensitive side reflecting on human suffering and social justice.
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Earlier on you posted "You May Say I Am A Dreamer", your take on the first blossoms of what has been dubbed "the Arab Spring", the Middle East fiasco that may well culminate in a nuclear winter. You made five declarations:

1. You are a Christian.

2. You are a woman.

3. You are an American.

4. You are an intellectual.

(I'll vouch for you on two of these, one is a matter of definition and we'll have to take your word for the fourth.)
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What struck me was item five of this résumé:
"I am optimistic……" and then you commenced to join the international spirit squad rooting for the 'young and determined' taking to the streets in my part of the world. While some of the western cyber spectators may have sincerely believed they were witnessing the budding of emerging democracies, most were cheering on the mob simply because it sounded good.
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It was sexy.
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And collectively, the voices from the west made a difference. It was the West's cue to cut their Middle East clients' lifeline, a green light to NATO commanders eager to try out their high-tech toys in the Saharan sandbox without censor or scolding. Muslim extremists manipulated the masses in Midan at-Tahrir , played as the trump card to win the jackpot in the decade's long struggle to turn Egypt into an Islamic theocracy on the Iranian model. Their take on democracy is the right of the (Islamic) majority to eradicate or expel everyone else, and dominate those who remain behind.
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 Spring and summer have past; it's the end of autumn. Lets see.....

Was it good for Christians?

Woman buried alive before being stoned for immorality

Is it better now for women living under Sharia Law?

Will the Middle East be peaceful and will America be safer?

Is today's bloody, burning, bigoted Middle East your dream?

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Revolutions don't always usher in freedom. In fact, they seldom do. Russian Bolshevists, Rwandan mass murderers, and the Iranian Mullah-archy all hitched a ride on popular uprisings. If you lived here, or even read up on the subject before you posted, you would have known where the winds of spring can blow.



Demonstrators protesting sectarian violence against Coptic Egyptians



 So, you are a Christian, you are a woman. So you are an American. You might even be an intellectual.
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So what?

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Did you try to paint a sexy mental picture for us of you waving the stars and stripes, leading the troops as they beat a hasty retreat from the Middle East?
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Or did you honestly and truly believe you are leading Christian soldiers onward, marching as to war, with the banner of democracy going on before?

If you appoint yourself defender of the faith, women and the American way of life, you owe it to us to know what you're talking about, to think a little. You're not in second grade anymore; before you set us straight, you have to do your homework.

Israeli Special Forces - Sayeret Tzanhanim (IDF paratroopers)