Weekly contributions to the “Blue Boxes” of the Jewish National Fund started, for me, during the depression days of the 1930s. There were two boxes – one for my parents and one for my sister and me. We were told that the monies would purchase dunams of land in Israel for a Jewish Homeland.
Skipping one $.03 ice cream cone a week wasn’t too difficult for my sister and me, especially when we were told we were doing something important. We may not have understood the large picture of things, but we were caught up with the enthusiasm — the hopes and the dreams of our parents.
This is a much belated note of thanks and appreciation to my family.