I was born in 1960. For me, and people in my generation, there was never not an Israel. For our residents, 1948 looms very large. Israel is a modern miracle, and we must always remember that and be thankful for her.
We celebrated in style here, with a "Made In Israel Fair." We asked residents to loan us any items from their apartments that were made in Israel. We got quite a few items. They were displayed and each resident got a chance to tell us about their items - where and when they got them, the significance of them, and so on. Then we shared some Israeli snacks, and sang some Israeli songs.
Here is one of our newer residents showing off a shofar from Israel. Not only could he explain it to us, but man, that cat can blow! We may have to start calling him Izzy Gillespie.
And what Jewish celebration is complete without food? The package on the left is an Israeli snack called Bamba. It is the "potato chip" of Israel. In other words, it's ubiquitous. And, apparently, it is marketed to Elmer Fudd's soccer playing grandson.
Our dietary Department came through with flying colors (an expression which must make absolutely no sense in Hebrew) providing falafel and tahini to go with all of our other Israeli snack foods.
