Funny Story

Here is a funny story for you. About 70 years ago my great great grandfather (my grandmother's grandfather) had a piece of land in Yaffo about a quarter of a dunam (roughly 170 square meters , or 1600 square feet). This property got lost in the fray and was passed down to his sons, who held it for another 30 years or so and then it fell between the cracks and emerged on the desk of a lawyer who finally was able to sell the property and disperse the inheritance to the remaining "kids" (the grandkids who are now in their eighties). The inheritance was fairly substantial, even after the city of Tel Aviv took out unpaid property tax going back to 1943 (no kidding on that one) So I was invited along to see these old timers. From left to right: Royi, my second cousin who is 2 years younger than me (katie, he gives you a big hug). He drove his grandmother (my great aunt) Shula. Next to her in the red is her sister (my grandmother), followed by my grandfather. Next to him is Yaakov, my grandmother's cousin (at a strapping 83 years young). Followed by the youngest cousin, Ilana, I believe at 76. Then, on the far right is Roni, who is the son of the other inheritor, who passed many years ago. Roni is techinically my father's cousin, but apparently the last time anybody saw him was at his Bar Mitzvah, literally over 25 years ago.

Royi and I left them there and went to get some lunch.