Here you can see my father-in-law, Adolf Goldmann, in the middle, my husband Moshe to the left, and my husband’s cousin to the right.
I can’t remember what his cousin’s name was. The photo was taken in Tel Aviv; we had just arrived when the photo was taken.
My father-in-law came from Dessau to Tel Aviv for the wedding.
His wife stayed in Dessau, where my father-in-law owned a big leather factory.
After the wedding, he wanted to go back to Germany. But my husband and his brother said: “You are not going back!” But he left nonetheless.
This is me at Dizengoff Street in Tel Aviv. That’s what Tel Aviv looked like at that time, too: sand and huts.
You could find everything you needed in Tel Aviv in 1937: streets, movie theaters, cafés.
We sat together with friends, talked and drank coffee. My sister-in-law lived on Ben Yehuda Street, and we lived on the corner of Keren Kayemet/Emile Zola. Keren Kayemet is Ben Gurion Street today.
We had a beautiful apartment. In the morning, we went down Ben Yehuda Street, and we had to stop every five minutes:
This is my son Rafi in kindergarten at Purim.
We celebrated at home, too. It was a beautiful tradition, and we used to invite many friends, and many children.
We used to celebrate Shabbat together, too. Rafi was a sweet kid and he had a lot of friends.
This photo was taken at Chanukah in 1954. Rafael was three years old back then.
I celebrated Shabbat together with my husband and my children. We thought that this was a nice evening.
We also celebrated Chanukah. We lit the candles and gave presents to the children.
It didn’t have anything to do with religion, though; we just thought it was homely.
These are my sons, Daniel and Rafael. Daniel was eleven years older than Rafael. That’s a big difference.
They liked each other a lot, but they were not that tight. Daniel was a handsome boy.
My son Daniel wanted to work at this factory after school.
Dani was very technically talented, he should have studied engineering or something like that.