The Southern Israelite. (Augusta, Ga.) 1925-1986, August 12, 1966, Image 12

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Newspaper Page TextPace Twalre THE SOUTHERN ISRAELITE IN NORTHERNMOST GALEEL Visit at Ayelet Hashahar By ADOLPH ROSENBERG This is a kibbutz? I expressed amazement to my guide Walter Baer. What you see is the motel and restaurant added within recent years for the tourist trade, he explained . . We’re going to spend the night here. The cooling greens of the blooming oleander hedges which lined the walkway and the trop ical trees towering over the 15- foot bushes gave the illusion of another world. Quite removed and startlingly different from custom fur service . For Discriminating Woman • Ramodallng • Ro-Dytinq • Rapairing • Storaga • Claaning Nawait Coutu- rlar stylas made trom your out- datad fur» AT SUMMER SAVINGS Atlanta'! PROFESSIONAL FURRIER A. S. Candell 44 Ponca da Laon Ava. (Fox Thaatra Bldg.) PHONE 874-8424 For a Delightful Lunch eon in a truly Israeli atmosphere .... Come to our.... ANNUAL PICNIC on Sunday August 21st From 12 Noon Until 3:30 P.M at the ATLANTA JEWISH COMMUNITY CENTER Fish Dinners will be served in the Air-Con ditioned Auditorium Rain or Shine Proceeds will go to wards developments in Camp Judaea and vital Israel projects Sponsored by Atlanta Farband Zionists and Pioneer Women Donation $1.00 per plate the parched and arid hillside and fields through which we had passed all day with a parchness transmitted to my throat. We carried our bags and par aphernalia into the combination restaurant,, reception and souv enir main building. We first had a cold soft drink. Walter knew the hostess, who he confided, had come to Aleyet Hashahar as a young girl about the same time as he in the years preceding World War II. They talked about mutual acquain tances still at the kibbutz. If I was astonished over the beautifully landscaped driveway, I was enchanted and totally un prepared for the fantastically beautiful grounds which sur rounded the motel. I literally went wild with dis belief. Carefully tended lawn and tropical trees and flowers which left us breathless. Strange and unfamiliar plants, vividly and poignantly thriving and brilli antly aglow with the aliveness that can only come of rich soil and sufficient moisture, and ten der care. Tiny black birds, hardly larger than humming birds with saucy, lacy yellow , bands along their wings twitted from bush to bush, bouganvillea vines clinging to the motel porches and trellises. The motel rooms, so clean and bright in modernity. I shower ed quickly and went outside to wander and marvel in the loveli est floral surroundings I’d exper ienced in decades. After supper, Walter evaporat ed. perhaps to call on friends. I chose to attend the illustrated lecture telling what goes on at this particular kibbutz. The lec turer, speaking first in English and then repeating himself in French, explained patiently about the slides which told of the 450 adults and 350 children who oc cupy the place. The slides depicted the story from the in ception of the kibbutz about a half century ago to modem times, showing in sharp contrast the struggle when first the men wrested produce from the barren soil until the area had grown with such husbandry and until now giant combines are used to till the soil and harvest the grain . . . The next morning, reluctantly I was packed and ready to leave —I thought. Walter suggested we tour the kibbutz proper. We strolled through the mess hall, or kitch en, where as reported in an early article, we spoke with the head dietician, a former American. Then through the living quar ters for the adults and for the youngsters and into the farm an imal area . . . We passed a wagon onto which a curlv-haired middle-aged man was piling items retrieved from the road. I quickly saw the wagon contained empty crates, bottles, cans and an assortment of pot-pourri. Walter spoke with the pick-up man and introduced us "This is Moshe.” "This is not all I do,” Moshe said, somewhat apologetically over the menial aspects of the labors we had discovered him performing. “You see. we cannot waste any thing as you do in America and IN STOCK STEEL LOCKERS 1 OIDCSTlUAL trucks a furniture BERRY Industrial Equipment Co. 435-3258 P.0. BOX 412 - Smyrna. 6a. must salvage everything we can.” “Frugality is a wonderful vir tue,” I exclaimed, not sure of why I was trying to reassure Moshe. "You look like a man who takes great pride in whatever he is as signed to do.” Walter had led the way to the sheep-milking shed. It was as unexpected as the garden a quar ter mile away around the motel. I had heard of sheep cheese, I supposed, but never gave much thought to how sheep are milk ed. Here was how at Aleyet Hashar. Around 75 to 100 sheep are lined up, heads inside, on a ca- rousel-like rotating platform. Five or six sheep are milked at a time with the mechanical milk ing equipment. When this is over — it does not take long for a single sheep does not provide much milk—the attendant turns the platform until the rumps of another five or six sheep face him. Then the equipment is hook ed in place and the milking re peated . . . The cow shed was next. We strolled on the platform where was scattered the food for the milk cows. Hay? Some of it. Mostly however the food com prised of beets, not red ones, but with white radish or turnip col or insides, and as long as—so help me, Georgia watermelons. And as bi^ around too. The cows were contentedly chewing away at this fare as though it was standard food. For all the mechanization and modernization, Israeli kibbutz- niks and technicians have not made the slightest improvement in barn-yard smells. We were on a high ridge again now and Walter pointed out the fish growing ponds in one direc tion and in another the remnant of where once had lurked the Huleh swamp. When it was drained—over the objections of the Arabs you can be sure — the deaths of Israelis and Arabs as well from swamp fever quickly dropped and soon disappeared. We passed the chicken houses where poultry in various stages from eggs to biddies to pullets and layers is produced . . . Now back into the living area, the single or two-room duplex dwellings where live the adults. We passed a well-tended cottage on whose yard was a fantasy of cacti, dozens of different texture and sizes. “Josef, the gardener, lives here,” Walter said. As we passed a cottage Walter called to the occupants and a swift conversation took place through the window . . . Afterwards, Walter reported tbet the old couple whom he re membered from his stay at this kibbutz as a young man were very ill. the man hardly making it. “A good thing he did not leave when I did. We both discussed it then. He’s been badly ill for ten years and much better off on a kibbutz than outside. He’s been taken care of nicely.” * * * * I do not propose to continue the item-by-item report on our brief visit to Israel and will have only one more installment, an ac count of a visit with an aunt and uncle whom I saw for the first time. I could go on ad infinitum, I suppose, until I finally board ed the plane for a brief stay in Athens, Greece, and then to New Friday, August 12, 1966 York. I have tried to avoid the generalities of the two-week authority and have tried simply to report and thereby to share the wonderment of my Israel ex perience with readers. Some one asked what did you like most about Israel and what did you dislike. 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