Show of Hands

It’s the national anthem of the State of Israel. The word hatikvah means “the hope.”

See my poll. Alice posted a link. They use violins. Referbished from the holocaust you will cry.

I was going to say it’s sounds like a cool Jewish word. Apparently, I was right.

Artie, you’re Jewish. You didn’t know this before?

My family isn’t religious. We focused on grassroots culture. I went to Yiddish school (Shula), not Hebrew school. I didn’t have a Bar Mitzvah.

I guess religion really isn’t relevant. We weren’t a political family.

But Hatikvah *is* “grassroots culture,” the way I see it. For sure, it isn’t religious.

It’s not political, unless you see support of Israel as political. I don’t mean support of any particular administration, such as Netanyahu. I just mean general support of the country and the people.

Oh well, I was just surprised. It’s not a judgment.

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Of course I know you’re not being judgmental. Israel was not thought of in our family as anything more than just another country. Also, natives speak Hebrew which my family didn’t. My parents knew Yiddish because their parents spoke it.

To me the link you posted was like a deep prayer from the heart.

Did not till I saw the video. How are you doing?

Thanks for asking! I have good days and bad days. Overall, I’m working on a number of coping strategies and changes to make both of our lives better and easier

It’s a long story! 😊

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(((Grandma))) 💐

Thanks, cc!

I often pray for you when I walk.

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Didn’t know you had issues, grandma, but I will pray for you, too. In one of Tom’s polls about prayer requests, I commented that it amazes me that we can pray for people we don’t even know and be confident that it will be heard and work.

Thanks, Kat! In a nutshell ...

My husband of 55 years has worsening dementia. I am struggling with how to cope with it.

I appreciate your kind support! ❤️

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My next door neighbor is going through the same thing. Her husband is a delightful man, a former Methodist minister, from Jamaica. He was a gardener and could grow anything. I’d come home to find a bag of onions, potatoes, and carrots, (immediately thought, roast!) or various greens. Once, I was in the backyard, and he asked if I’d like a head of cabbage. Handed me the most beautiful head of cabbage I’d ever seen. And, in our climate, this is saying something. Now, their backyard is just a skeleton of all his efforts. Makes me so sad. Will keep praying for you. 💕

Thanks, Kat!