My paternal grandparents;
Nana and Pop met on the ward when she gently tended his gruesome war wounds he a tall handsome older gent she a tiny gentle English rose he solemnly declared he had nothing and lived in the middle of nowhere but love blinded her to his reality and after the war she sailed south with another nurse to join their beau’s a huge adventure in the Australian bush completely off grid with snakes and spiders sixteen miles from any neighbour or station in his family home with his sisters and brothers the children from his first marriage had moved on they birthed my aunt and father she sailed back to UK every two years taught us all to knit crochet and embroider the boys were more accomplished than I
an internet pic and Davids response:
Mama & Papa emigrated from the cold Soviet Union. Very few Jews were granted visas during the 1970's. By coincidence, they shared a flight to Austria, then Israel. (Direct flights to Israel? No. That was utterly unthinkable.) Upon arriving in Israel, they each went their separate ways. One year later, Mama saw Papa walking about at Hebrew U. "Shalom," she said excitedly, but he offered no acknowledgement. (He simply had not noticed her; she did not know he was going deaf.) Another year passed; fate burbled. Mutual friends had them both over. They dated for a very short while. A few months later, they married. what a fascinating insight into our very different, yet similar backgrounds!
Thanks so much David for including me in your circle