An Apache named Rubin, his Turquoise Turtle and Thanksgivings
This Thanksgiving Day in the USA, I will be around the table with Marj, Michele and Family. The last time I saw
Mr Fischbein in 1968 MY LIFE IN BOKENWALD by Lenny Geldfarb * “Yes, I was born in Hampstead, and when I
A Gloss For The Perplexed
Recently one of deLiberation’s finest and most impassioned journalists, Stuart Littlewood, did us all a great service by printing and criticizing the
With apologies to Naseem Elissa of Cobham (The real bookseller) and Munther Fahmi of Jerusalem (the bookseller in the picture) Take my friend Naseem
We Stand With Israel
I’m a bit nervous about posting this. It describes the impact of the 1967 June War on a seventeen-year old Jewish kid. I’m
Pogrom! Who’s to blame?
In a little Polish village a drunken priest habitually drinks in a tavern owned by a Jewish tavern-keeper. One Sunday the local
The Wembley and District United Synagogue. Always at the centre of our lives, this place, but you can forget the spiritual, we
Someone wasn’t there at dinner that evening at Yad David. Amnon, Tony’s eldest, arrived the next day, late and without apology and
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