Dear  Carol

I cannot believe it is just short of 40 years ago that we met in PIttsburg at the GA when we shared the Young Leadership Award.   How enamored my Dad, who was then President of CJF, was of you = and how jealous I was because you were going on aliyah.

You became my heroine – not only did you make aliyah – but to Rosh Pina  - of all places.  No Israeli could believe it, but I lived it vicariously thru you.  How many times you picked me up at the Kiryat Shmona  airport – with the two black dogs- sitting in the back of the Truck.  How many times we were lucky you didn’t get stopped for speeding on the way back home.

The bedroom is your old Arab home become a second home to me.– and how you walked to the mercolat every morning for rolls and croissants.   My heroine, from a upper middle class family – making it on her own without any of the modern day conveniences. 

How you turned around the library at Tel Hai – and shared the beauty of the  North with my family and I.   How you took me by the hand when I first tried out my Hebrew trying to buy a bathing suit in the Dept store (???) in Kiryat Shmona.   

How many times did we listen  to the shells dropping in the north at night – and worried about your children  and all the children of the North

How  Gertrude drove me crazy  for months on end, thinking I had enough protectzia to get you a phone line when you moved into your own home.   She thought I could get Bezek to put a phone line in your house – and I believed that I had enough protectzia to do it..  I guess I drove you crazy enough to have Gertrude stop calling    because you finally ran  a phone line from the rental house to the new one you bought – about two hundred years down the block.   Those crazy Americans could not understand why phone lines were not available.   (Kids – we didn’t have cell phones in those days)

What about the fish in the bath tub to make gefillte fish-    Or my teaching you to make calamari on the stove –(I am telling you now- I had never ever made it before _and probably never will again.)   It was pretty good too

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Driving all over the north calling “Chupi = Chupi  Where are you””during the first Lebanon war.  Someone got him  out of Lebanon– (I think it was you) – and we got Chupi out of the army for 12 hour visit in  Rosh PIna during the war.

How you worked with all the Lebanese at Tel Hai – and how proud you were that Tel Hai was doing their share to try to create peace with it’s neighbors.  

Our weekends in London, our days in Jerusalem – and now at your new apartment in Tel Aviv.     

We have laughed, cried and done crazy things together.  Worried about our kids – and they all grew up to be great individuals.    There are so many stories I could tell.

 You are the most remarkable women – and friend.   Always there for me whenever I needed you and I know you will continue to be so.

You are truly my heroine – besides being the kindest, most considerate friend,,

I love you – and can only wish that you live to 120.   This goes for Larry too.