Wednesday, June 29, 2005


My Mom is an amazing person. I don’t think there is anyone else who can piss me off as quickly as she can and I am certain that there is no other person whose face lights up like hers does when I walk into the room.

I am 5ft 1” tall, and she is shorter than me. She will be turning 82 in July. Her home is impeccable as is her appearance. Although she claims to hate it, she is always cooking and produces food that clearly falls into the category of “Jewish Penicillin”. One of her greatest joys is the fact that the only soup Ross will eat is her chicken-lokshen (noodle) soup. She sews and knits and spends hours doing “paperwork”. Any accountant would be impressed by the perfect Cash Book she maintains.

Another thing that amazes me about her is the process she goes through when she does her shopping at the supermarket. If she does not use public transport, I take her to the store, give her my cell phone, and she calls me when she is ready for me to come and get her. Keep in mind that she is shopping for one person; one small person with a tiny appetite and who hates cooking. The shortest time she has spent doing her shopping was 3 hours. As I pull up in front of the store, I can barely see her over the mound of bags in her shopping cart and yet she gets into the car and says, “I didn’t get everything. I got most of what I needed, but not everything.” I learnt from my Mom that supermarkets do take returns on unopened goods and they happily give you a store credit.

Last week, she called me to tell me about her experience at the supermarket that day. When she got there, she went straight to the customer service desk as she had a large amount of returns. The desk is right next to the One Hour Photo Shop. When you collect prints, you will be helped by the person at one or the other counter. She went on to tell me that as she walked up to the counter, the guy on the Photo Shop side was holding up a print and asking the lady on the Customer Service side what he should do with it. She said that it had been in the drawer for the longest time and passed the time period that they hold pics for customers. “You can throw it away,” the Customer Service lady said.

“Hang on a minute,” said my Mom, “that’s my picture!”
“What?” said the woman.
“Really, look at the picture and look at me, that’s me!”

Turns out my Mom had taken this picture in many months ago to have duplicates made. When she had picked up her order she hadn’t noticed that the original was in fact missing from the envelope.

We commented on what an incredible coincidence this was and how timing is of the essence in everything.

“I think that is an incredible story Mom, I hope you thanked your guardian angels for guiding you to that perfect moment.”

“Of course I did, I always do when things like that happen,” she said.
That single comment best reflects why I love and adore my Mom. So many people might respond to me with “yeah, right; tell me another one.”
My Mom, however, taught me to listen to my angels. I can’t ever thank her enough for doing that!

Unplugged Snr - Circa 1941

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Sunday, June 19, 2005

There's just somefin' abou' these English boys that makes you wan' to watch their films and listen to their music, d'you know wha' I mean?


Having recently had good reason to use such a parking space at a drive through, the logic behind this pic is clear, even though it may not appear to be at first glance.

A couple of months ago a burger outlet opened near where we live. In our almost four years of living here, this is one fast food service we had not yet tried. One Sunday afternoon, we were vegging out in front of the TV when Daniel said he felt like some junky munchies.

I remembered the new location and offered to go get some of the burgers we had heard so much about. It had been explained to us by our trusted friend the Fire Chief, that these smaller than average burgers are more affectionately knows as ‘sliders’. Why? Because they are so small, you tend to slide them down [your throat], one after another. We had also been told that you could order them in sacks (paper bags) of 10, because they are so small! Daniel suggested I get a couple of bags of 10 assorted burgers.

When Ross and I drove up to order, we were relieved to see that there was no long line of cars stretching all the way around the building and back out onto the road, as it had been for a good few weeks after this particular location had opened. I placed my order for a variety of sacks and came around to the window. I was basically buying burgers for four of us who were at home that afternoon.

The guy at the window took my money and directed me to one such parking space as shown in the pic below. As I was deep in conversation with Ross, I started thinking about the somewhat hefty price I had paid for a few sacks of burgers. I didn’t dwell on it and carried on my conversation.

A little while later, I saw a couple of guys coming out of the building and asked Ross if he thought ALL the food they were carrying was for US? “I think it is Mommy, but it is so much!” he gasped.

These two young guys looked like they were carrying suitcases of food and as they got to the passenger window; I saw that they actually were! Ross and I laughed all the way home and as we got closer to the house, I called Daniel and told him to be waiting downstairs to help us carry the food up. We unpacked, no kidding, about 80 burgers!

A couple of hours later, I came up with my own theory on why they call that “food?” SLIDERS, and it aint because of the way they slide down your throat, trust me!

That was the first and last time.


This pic was taken by my friend Jodi’s husband, Alan in Massillon, OH. She shared it with me in an email and it just brought up a whole lot of questions for me.

What would an Amish person be doing at Walmart?
Would somebody be that mean that they would steal a buggy from an Amish person?
If someone stole a buggy from an Amish person, would they park it at Walmart?
Do the Amish know something we don’t know?
I wasn’t aware of Walmart hosting ‘Amish Shopper Specials Day.’

Perhaps Alan’s thought was the most accurate; “Is the cost of gas just too high?”

What do YOU think the explanation to this pic is?


In spite of the fact that Daniel does not put much energy behind either Mother’s or Father’s Day, I don’t see any harm in it. I have therefore always encouraged the children to make an effort for their Dad. As Alex and David are now 20 and 16 respectively, I feel they are well old enough to be left to their own resources.

Ross and I chose an awesome basket of organic fruits on line during the week and arranged to have it delivered to Daniel's office. He had said that he wants to try cut down on the fast foods that he inhales in the lunacy of the work week, so we thought it would be a good idea to support this intention. It was delivered on Friday morning and Daniel was thrilled with it.

Alex master-minded a perfect plan that resulted in some awesome pics of her and Ross. I have posted one of them and I do expect you will be able to tell the difference between the professional and the ‘photographer-unplugged’ shots! Daniel was really more than pleasantly surprised as he opened them in bed this morning.

Through very bleary eyes and having to have practically been dragged upstairs, David gave him one of these cool key chains.

Later on in the morning, Daniel asked me in a whisper if I thought he might be successful in asking Ross to delay going to movies. He had promised him yesterday that they would go this afternoon. I suggested to him he asked Ross directly. I really had to stifle my laugh when Ross so eloquently replied, “it’s up to you Dad. It’s Father’s Day, you choose.”

I just couldn’t help singing this to the tune of “glory, glory, hallelujah” – “pack your bags, you’re goin’ on a guilt trip, la la la la la la la la”

The joys of parenthood and the movie will be enjoyed by all today!

Blessings to all the Dads!

None of it would be complete without Pingy, of course!

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


Really cool magazine – got it from Lori and Max for my birthday.

Best service ever for purchasing on line and really nice shoes!

Nice for decorating kids rooms and offices or other creative work spaces.

Interesting summer project to participate in. Check out June 7th blog entry here.

Found this on Andrea’s blog as well. Very funny – check it out!

Great seminar – would love to go to this.

Fresh, new blog to read.

Monday, June 13, 2005


I am not one for making any kind of political or judicial commentary, but give me a break! If you heard stories that might suggest the slightest possibility that a grown man finds it appropriate to be in bed with young boys, would this not ring some kind of warning bell if you were a parent - especially if this grown man has freakish tendencies? Time for these parents to be answerable. Hallelujah Hollywood. I find this verdict deeply distressing!

Saturday, June 11, 2005


Three years ago we initiated a Player's Player of the Year award to the club where David plays Rugby. It is awarded in my brother's name, to honor his memory as he was a rugby fan. We are unable to attend this year's presentation. One of the coaches will do the honors on my behalf. This is my speech he will be reading. Again, this one's for you, Willie.
"As each season draws to a close and I sit down to prepare something meaningful to say, I reflect on the time that has passed since my brother passed away.

Daniel and I initiated this award in order to celebrate Willie’s life rather than mourn his loss in sadness and sorrow. Of course it is very hard not to have those moods and moments too, because as we all well know, life is simply a series of ups and downs with us making the best effort to stay on the right track in between.

The one thing that is always most evident in my thinking is the importance of being part of something, of having a sense belonging, and to generally feel that we are needed.

So many people go through their lives thinking they are invisible. They do not believe they will be missed if they were no longer here.

There is much value to be found in having a sense of belonging, of knowing that you as an individual are a vital part of something, that without you the big “it” will not be complete. In this instance, the “it” is this rugby team. I am sure that it is nowhere more evident than on the field. Every player is a vital part to this machine. If one is missing, the game goes on, but the players have to work that much harder by virtue of being one man, or more, less.

I therefore want to acknowledge not only the player this award is being presented to today, but the people who stand behind the club. In giving these young men the opportunity to be part of this group you open the platform for them to gain a sense of self worth and self respect. In so doing, they reap the enormous value of learning how uniquely vital they each are to the overall success of the game, the team and the club, as a whole.

I am very sorry that Daniel and I were not able to be here today. We congratulate everyone for their achievements.

Tom Lane, you have been a vital link to your team this year. Your efforts are being rewarded today as John asks you, on our behalf, to please accept this award, which we extend to you with love, gratitude and much acknowledgment for your contribution. You have most certainly made a difference.

With best wishes to you all and we most certainly hope to see you next year."


Sometimes I am surprised to read articles like this one, and this, and this one too on my favorite blogs!

I love their work and am always amazed that these creative artists have off days, insecure moments and quite a considerable amount of self doubt. I get a sense of relief because it reminds me that the insecurities I have about my ambitions for my writing are not insane at all.

In 2002 I signed up to do a distance learning course through
this school. The clause that attracted me was that I could take as long to do the course as I needed. I have never had any formal training on how to be a writer, so I thought that learning how to write for children would be an interesting way to start.

Just before Pesach/Passover I finally set myself a deadline to submit my first project. After three weeks had gone by, I started looking out for the envelope in the mail and found myself getting quite anxious about what feedback I would get. This is the first time I have ever really laid myself open to possibly hearing that I really should not think of giving up the day job just yet!

After the range of emotions I experienced while waiting for those few pieces of paper to make their way back to me, I thought about how amazing artists really are. They bare their souls in every piece of work they produce. It really is a labor of love. I wonder more than ever if it is an artists deep sense of “ok-ness’ with him/herself or their insecurities that drive them. It has to be so hard to find success and acceptance in producing works of art that will appeal to other individuals on so many different levels to the one the artist might have intended. Each piece of art is like a unique DNA in that every person will have their own unique emotional response to the piece of work.

I am not for one minute suggesting I am an artist in making these observations, but from this tiny little experience, I have found a new level of respect for people’s creative expressions.

Last Saturday, Daniel, Ross and I got into the car to go out. I was the last to come out the house, so while waiting for me, Daniel cleared the mail box. He brought a pile of mail into the car and while going through it, I spotted the envelope from the school.

My heart started racing and I said to him, “you open it and read the comments to me.” You can’t imagine how nervous I felt. I gave myself one of those 30 second instant pep-talks that I have mastered the art in, and quickly reminded myself that this is the very first step in what is going to be a long journey, and I must be strong regardless of the feedback. Of course, as always, I was expecting the worst.

As Daniel read the really positive feedback, I started feeling more and more thrilled and relieved. Before I knew it, I had burst into tears and I was surprised by how I felt this huge weight lift off my shoulders. The feedback was nothing short of fantastic, if I may say so myself, and it was the most incredible feeling.

All the feedback was valid and I was really pleased to see that the tutor I will work with for the duration of the course had picked up on the areas I know I struggle with right away in the first project. This was very encouraging for me as it showed me that I really will learn lots of good stuff from this course and I was grateful for this feedback.

Here are some of the comments that reduced me to tears:

“I can see where your humor will come in handy in your writing. I realize that not all stories call for humor, but when they do, it’s definitely a great tool to have.”

The course material offered three illustrations. I had to choose one of them and write about what was happening in the scene. Each picture represented a different age group. The one I chose was of a young girl and boy, in their teens, standing at a bus station. They could have been arriving or departing. My story was based on them departing and the title I gave it was “JOURNEY TO A NEW LIFE.”

The comments continued with, “For starters, I love the title. What a great and intriguing, one-line way to get young readers interested in moving further into the first paragraph. Titling your stories can be challenging for most new students, so I’m glad to see you settled on a good one.”

“You filled these pages with several sensory images; something else new writers often find difficult to accomplish. All in all, I think you’re off to a great start!”

I have no way of knowing where this will take me, but it is something I know I have to do. Having finally got started, I am feeling pumped about it and that feels good!
Go beyond the ideas of succeeding and failing - these are the judgements. Stay in the process and allow the universe to handle the details. ~ Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

Saturday, June 04, 2005


What is The ONE Campaign?
ONE is a new effort by Americans to rally Americans – ONE by ONE – to fight the emergency of global AIDS and extreme poverty. The ONE Campaign is engaging Americans through a diverse coalition of faith-based and anti-poverty organizers to show the steps people can take, ONE by ONE, to fight global AIDS and poverty.

Why is The ONE Campaign needed?
Right now, the US government is making decisions about how much money to spend on humanitarian assistance next year and the UK is poised to lead the world’s wealthiest nations at the G8 summit next July. By joining the ONE campaign, we will show our leaders that we want to do more to respond to the emergency of AIDS and extreme poverty.

Read more here ...

Friday, June 03, 2005


There has been a most wonderful energy around me this last week. I have felt like since my cough stopped on Saturday, I am once again present in my life. I feel like there has been a shift. I am not sure what it is about, and I don’t need to know what it is about. Perhaps my planets are aligned in some magical way, but it has been a long time since I have felt this good.

The universe has been supporting my every thought and action this last week. There have been sequences of events that appear to have been sent to reassure me that everything is ok. In spite of my strong belief in those powers that be, there are some times days, weeks, moments, phases, where I feel like I would like a sign, something tangible to confirm that “they” are in fact there. I can honestly say that I have had more than that this week.

The nurse at our family doctor’s office has become my friend. She is a very dedicated nurse and in spite of the fact that she is perhaps even shorter than me, she is in no uncertain terms, a powerhouse woman! Over the last few weeks she has been sharing with me that she is anxiously waiting on her husband getting a new position at work that will enable her to cut back her hours. She wants to spend more time with her son who is in kindergarten and to be able dedicate more time to her family life than her work.

In addition to these wishes, she has just not been happy in the job for some time now so I was really pleased to get her call at the beginning of the week to tell me that her husband had got the job and she has now decided to start putting her resume out and to actively start looking for a new job.

I was very surprised when two days later; I heard that she had in fact been fired. Instead of honoring her for the amazing contribution she had made to the patients and without being able to find it in themselves to dismiss her with dignity and respect, the management behaved in a way that can only be described as hurtful and nasty.

I did not call her the day I heard about it, as I felt that she was probably upset and I wanted to give her some space to just deal with the reality of what had happened to her.
She called me this morning and of course the first thing she said was, “I guess you have heard what happened?” My response kept us on the phone for one hour. By the end of the conversation, we were giggling and she said to me, “have you been reading that book again?” I knew exactly which book she was referring to because some time ago we discovered we were reading it at the same time, and she was really surprised to learn that I knew of it. I laughed and said, “which, THE POWER OF NOW?”

Our conversation continued and I made these suggestions to her:

  • Once you have gotten over the blow to your ego, go into the office to collect your things (the dismissal took place at another venue), and tell your colleagues you are sorry they were put in such an awkward position. Seemingly the staff was asked to vote on management’s decision to dismiss her. Tell them if you found yourself in that situation, you would have declined.
  • Leave on a positive note and in such a way that you can feel in integrity with the place and the people.
  • Thank the powers that be for assisting you in creating the opportunity for you to go out and get the job you want.
  • Sit down and write up a description of your ideal job. Consider every single aspect of it. How far it should be from home, how many hours a day you want to work, what color the walls should be. Absolutely everything.
  • Include in the list how much you want to earn. Don’t calculate it against your monthly expenses; calculate it based on knowing the contribution you have to make and what you are worth.
  • If you calculate what you should earn against your monthly expenses, you are coming from a space of need. When you come from need, you are not being creative. When you calculate against your worth, you are being creative. When you create from a space of nothing, you open the possibility for everything.

I urged her to do this. With this kind of clarity, you can manifest anything.

“Your new job is out there, you just don’t know the address yet.”

I am grateful for my friend being this open to listening to me. Based on where I am in my life, and with the projects and goals I have in the making, I needed to hear this as much as she did.

One day I will understand why it is so much easier to motivate other people than it is to motivate myself. As I look over the list, I am reminded that it really is this simple. We can create what ever we want.

Have a creative and gentle weekend.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005


If you go into the archives, on May 31st 2004, you will read that I promised to be at this year’s Memorial Day Parade. I did not make it, and I am not going to make any promises about 2006!

I am proud of Daniel for his ongoing commitment to the Fire Department and I offer no disrespect to the mood of the day. However, I did use some of it to reflect on things I remember from my life. I wrote down the first 11 things I recalled:

I remember the feel of the weave of the trampoline in the garden at my Uncle’s house. As a young child I used to love jumping on it and falling backwards then bouncing right back up again.

I remember the magic of the quiet in Amsterdam on a Monday morning. The city only starts coming to life around noon on Mondays.

I remember my earliest conscious memory being at the age of three. I have a clear picture of my Mom signing me out of the attendance book at my Kindergarten. I was leaving early to participate in a tap dancing exam.

I remember how my Mom was yelling “just drive” when I had to negotiate my way through the first roundabout I had ever driven through in England.

I remember my friend Denise and I laughing so hard, so, so, so hard that we literally could not get our breath back. I remember doing this every time we were together.

I remember the smell in the air just before and after the 4pm thunderstorms in Johannesburg in the summer.

I remember wanting to go everywhere with my sister Elaine when I was Ross’ age.

I remember seeing Elaine’s daughter, Lori for the first time a few hours after she was born. She had hair like a toilet brush!

I remember the moment I fell in love with Daniel, it was not gradual, it was instant.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on my friend Pam.

I remember how cool it was that my friend Greta’s father would let her drive through her neighborhood in his Jag, when she was 14!

I found this pic while clearing out old papers and stuff this last week. The date is still taped on to the bottom of the pic under the now faded tape. I was saying goodbye to all my colleagues whom I had worked with for 5 years. I was leaving to go traveling. Isn’t it interesting to note that on that same date, 16 years later Ross was born? I have a bad habit of usually not dating things, so I was surprised when this pic turned up, so blatantly dated!

It feels like it all happens in an instant.


Before the days of the Internet and on line chatting, Daniel used to say that I need to find a support group where I could stand up and say, “I, Dawn am a phone-aholic”. Well, times change and right now, I have no shame in standing up and shouting from the rooftops, “I, Dawn am a (some) reality tv-aholic!” Those that I have watched are, American Idol, The Contender, America’s Next Top Model, and yes, I’m afraid so, the entire season of The Apprentice. This is what I have enjoyed about each show:
I watched the first ever series in England, which produced a band, not a solo career. ‘HEAR’SAY’ lasted about two years. My appreciation for and understanding of English humor having lived there for 7 years gives me an added appreciation for Simon. I think he is hilarious and great fun. I also think he is smart and I like his most recent contribution outside of American Idol, IL DIVO.
I would have liked to see Bo Bice win. I like his style, which was unique to the competition. In addition, he has the most gorgeous smile! I was not surprised that Carrie Underwood walked off with the title; she is after all the quintessential blonde hair-blue eyed look that the masses enjoy. There will be many more like her to follow in every season. I’d rather go to a Bo concert though!

This was my favorite. I have never enjoyed watching boxing so I can’t recall what made me tune in to the first episode, but I did, and I was instantly hooked. Overall, I thought the contestants displayed the best characteristics of true sportsmanship that I have ever seen on any TV show, ever! It was a case of wanting all of them to win. I do not claim to be any kind of boxing critic AT ALL, but it was clear to me that after a certain point in the match, the boxing didn’t matter, it was their mental attitudes in the ring that got them through the match, or not. Power is choice; choice is power! I could see where the athlete goes when they talk of getting “into the zone”. I was upset to hear that the series will not be continued. Sometimes though it is a good thing because the magic of this kind of show can’t be captured over and over again.

I was not sure if I should confess to having watched this series or not. This season was of special interest to me because their international location happened to be Cape Town, South Africa. I got to see some places of interest that mean a lot to me which was a bonus. I was however astounded by the contestant, whom through tears in response her visit to Robben Island asked, “is Mandela still alive?” Is it not this exact thing that gives models their bad rap? Another eyebrow raising moment was when it became obvious that these girls competing for prime place on the runway couldn’t pronounce words like ‘Haute Couture’. Chances are I will watch the next season and find something of interest in it.

I did not find any of the contestants very inspiring. I thoughT the tasks were interesting. Having spent quite a few years in the PR industry, until someone has been through the pressure of pulling a major event together in a very short space of time, it is difficult to understand how hard you have to work. Yes, yes, I know it is all TV and all that stuff, but some good ideas and hard work did feature in this season. I enjoyed how the eventual winner paced herself and waited for the perfect time to make herself highly visible and without much effort, walked off with the prize. Good for her! I am starting to think that I might have a thing for George.

I also enjoyed these movies:
Take the kids, although I expect you might enjoy it more than the younger ones will. I loved every minute of it. The highlight for me was the monkey with the ever so posh English accent stating in such a matter of fact way, “if you have some poo, now would be a good time to sling it”, or something close to that. I laughed … a lot! I certainly rate this as a ‘must see’.

In 1970, when I was ten years old, I saw “Love Story” 14 times! I adore love stories especially those I can have a dramatic cry, no maybe, sob, and perhaps howl in. I adore love stories that leave you feeling convinced again that love really is the most important thing in the world. If you have a very cool husband he will sit through this with you, and there is a very good chance he will enjoy it. Every day you do not see this movie, is a day wasted!

A very enjoyable movie about the magic of cultural and language barriers, and overcoming them; and a whole lot of other good stuff. Nothing earth shattering but very easy to pass the time. Cloris Leachman is a treat for me and I enjoyed her character very much. There are some very tender moments and I found myself crying and laughing, almost at the same time. I got the feeling that this might be how Adam Sandler is in real life – a sweetheart. Hard not to envy Paz Vega, acclaimed actress who looks like a complete mixture of Selma Hayek and Penelope Cruz – is this fair? See it, high feel good factor!

As insane as this may seem, Ross finally got me to sit through the first movie, or is it the second, I know it was not the third because that one has just come out. Well, the first one that anyone ever saw is the one I sat through, from beginning to end. Yes, I loved it. Yes, I will now watch them all. Thanks, Ross!

If you’re not going to comment on anything, at least comment on how many links there are in this post! Phew – I set myself up sometimes, don’t I?
I wish you some healthy down time and a few good hours of viewing pleasure.


My friend, Dave sent me this letter. I found the story so enchanting that I share it with you,with his kind permission. Thank you, Dave!

Auckland, New Zealand
19 May 2005
Darling Dawn,
As you know, I was born and raised in Rhodesia (now known as Zimbabwe). A second-generation Rhodie, I left there in 1959, when my father accepted a job in South Africa. His view then was that the country would go up in flames in the next five years, and that we should be better off in South Africa. Despite my protestations – I wanted at least to finish my schooling in Salisbury (now known as Harare) – we took up residence in Johannesburg, and I only returned to the land of my birth twice after that; once in 1962, and for the last time ten years later.
Thirty-three years later, the connection remains, albeit tenuous. Family members are scattered over the Globe, in South Africa, England, America, and of course, in Israel. So imagine my delight a while ago, when I received a link to a new website that has been established, that aims to re-connect members of the Jewish community in Zimbabwe! I quickly found an article written by my uncle in Israel, about my grandfather. Another page took me to a photo of the headstone of my mother’s father who died a few weeks after my Bar-Mitzvah. And then, on another page, I was dumbfounded when I came across this postcard (click on pic above to enlarge).
Addressed to Daniel S Benatar and Haim Hatchuel, the card was mailed from Tetouan in Morocco on May 18th 1906 – 99 years ago yesterday! I believe the message acknowledges and thanks them for a suit that my grandfather Haim had sent to Gibraltar for someone getting married (my grandfather had a cousin Albert Marache who lived in Gibraltar at the time) and it was signed by his brother Messaud Isaac Hatchuel. The opening words mean “Dear Brother…” and all I can make out are the words (in Spanish) ‘we are all well here.’
What I find equally astonishing is the address: all it has is Salisbury, Rhodesia! Seems the firm of Benatar and Hatchuel were well known in the city at that time! Grandfather would have been 25 years old at the time.
I just knew that I had to own this piece of my family’s history! I noticed that there was an email address under the pic, so I shot off a message, asking the person how he came by the postcard. And I looked at the website. (It turns out that Dave, the seller, owner of Afribilia, is a distant cousin of a girl with whom I went to school! She now lives in Israel, not far from the uncle who sent me the link to the ZJC website! Circles in circles!)
Within a couple of days, I had sent off the money for the card, and in just over a week it arrived. I am debating how to frame it, since it has a rather attractive picture on the reverse.
There’s nothing of earth-shattering significance in this story. I look at the postcard in its protective clear sleeve, standing on my desk, and think of the line of continuity. I remember holding Daniel, my first grandson, at his Bris. I had the strongest feeling that all the previous generations were there, looking on. Lined up behind me were my father, his father, and the only great-grandfather I knew, Haim Hatchuel’s father-in-law. Six generations! And today, out of the blue, I’m holding something that my own grandfather had held in his hand, and – despite its negligible intrinsic value – it has the weight of 99 years of history in it. A history that circles the Earth – from Morocco to Rhodesia, and via London, to Auckland. It tells of families united, and separated by distance. It speaks of friends parted and re-connected. Above all, it affirms my place on this Planet.
Magic happens!
Love you lots.
Dave - a.k.a. DovNos Bootman

The genuine article!