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I always wanted to be a teacher.

I actually began teaching even before attending school. When I was three years old, my elder brother informed me that his teacher used a cane to chastise her students. That was in Belfast, Ireland, over sixty years ago. How it is today, I do not know.

Tables Turned
by Leah Gottlieb

It was two weeks before Pesach and my in-laws were due to arrive from the States to join us for the first days of Yom Tov. I had just begun a new job and was working long hours, racing towards my first two major deadlines the following morning, when there was an ominous knock at the door.

TRUE TALES OF YESTERYEAR
With All Your Heart
by Yisca Shimony

Chol Hamoed — the time for family visits, or those `official' courtesy visits, called in Yerushalmi society, Vizs'it, with the emphasis on the `sit'

Watch Those Bones
by Tzipie Wolner

Great Aunt Bluma came to visit last year. She came from the States and stayed at our place. She was fun to entertain, yet I was in a constant state of anxiety. Maybe she would fall off her bed. Maybe she would trip coming up the three flights of steps. Maybe she would slip in the shower. Although I was sad to see her leave, I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Hashem that she didn't fall, trip or slip.

Women's Retreat Celebrates Life and Healing
by Yonina Hall

In a lovely kibbutz setting over two beautiful winter days, forty-five women of all ages gathered together to learn, to relax, and to share. Some were presently undergoing medical treatment, some were recovered, and some were just diagnosed. What they had in common was cancer.

BOOK REVIEW
Water from a Well
Reflections on Being a Jew at the End of History
by Rebbetzin Holly Pavlov
Reviewed by S. Weinbach

Still waters run deep, a cliche which begins to describe this book. Jews associate very well with the well, especially so Jewish women, whose history is so entwined with this symbolic entity.

MODERN DAY MUSSAR MESSAGES
A Little Boost
by Bayla Gimmel

We keep a little plastic stool under the washing sink to help our grandchildren reach the sink. The other day, I was putting things away on a high shelf and kept stretching to reach the top of the pile and to see what I was doing. I got the children's stool, which is only seven inches high, stepped up on it and — Wow! All of a sudden, the work became effortless.

The Many Against the Few
The Story of Bais Yaakov in Eretz Yisroel -
From a Tender Seedling to a Fruitful Tree
by Yehudit Golan

Part VII

Going Out to the Settlements

With the end of winter, the classes were closed and all the volunteer teachers were sent home. Even after the transit camps shrank and the immigrants were sent to permanent settlements, the holy work didn't stop. Sometimes a school grew and became established and in other cases, it was a big disappointment to the teachers and public activists.

Dressed to Match
by Rifca Goldberg

"Dovid," Rina Green said, adjusting her handbag onto her shoulder, "I'll be late for the PTA meeting if I don't hurry. Would you please put the twins to bed?"

"Where are they?" Dovid Green asked, looking up from the gemora in front of him.