March 14th, 1951
Tel Aviv

Darling Sweetheart,

Your letter of 9th arrived today and I felt quite miserable reading about how homesick you are and that you aren’t making the best of your stay abroad. I should hate to think that you don’t go out on my account. You don’t meet your old pals every day and you should join them in a bit of fun. Don’t be a silly old stupid.

I was also surprised to hear that so far you haven’t had any letters from me there. Something should have arrived and I also posted 4 snaps of the children. Meanwhile I have handed in a new film to be developed and if it is any good I shall send you the pictures.

You weren’t very explicit about Henry. What is the matter with him? Anne, too, wrote and said that Ma’am felt very miserable on his account. It is very depressing to have got into such a gloomy atmosphere but I don’t really see how you can extricate yourself. I imagine that Ma’am would feel doubly miserable if you were to live somewhere else. Perhaps when the weather gets better and you are getting into your work you will feel better about it all. And I do sympathise with the gas fire!

The Kauffmanns were here last night, prior to their departure to Jerusalem and Haifa. They asked me to come to Haifa on the 23rd to see them off and I promised to do so if it is at all possible. I also want to get a present for their son. I feel somehow it would be a nice thing to do. We were really like old friends together and I am quite sorry to think that they are making their visit such a brief one. Yatours proved to be a big success and they can’t understand why I haven’t availed myself of their services yet. I think one of these days I shall also have a look at the country. Nothing came off with Davis but he told me beforehand that there is very little doing there.

I went again to our shoeshop to see whether there was anything to be had for the children and he told me that it was no longer a question of coupons – there are no goods. However I saw that Pils in town have shoes and I prefer to go there than to some little shop about which I know nothing. If the worst comes to the worst you will have to bring some back with you.

Economically things are going from bad to worse. I read that a lot more currency is in circulation and in today’s paper I see that the farmers are asking now for a rise in egg and milk prices and the Dan garage workers want higher wages, and the managers say they can’t comply with their wishes unless bus fares are correspondingly raised. And so it goes on and on and on.

Your father is getting household utensils in case Mordi should get married and things are unobtainable then. Don’t tell him that! Did you meet the girl in Italy – the one Matty thought would be nice for him? I hear she plans to come for a visit this year. It is a pity that Mordi can’t find a girl for himself. I know I should feel horribly self-conscious if I was to meet someone as a prospective wife or husband.

Our two little poikies are fast asleep. Liki seems to think that the big bed is too big for me, and so she insists on half and always chooses the side where I have put the soft pillow. The children aren’t eating too well just now, the baby because he is teething and Liki because her stomach is upset. Last night she vomited again and I kept her in bed most of today and gave her only tea to drink. She has no temperature and doesn’t look ill either but I want to be on the safe side. I took her with me the other day when I paid Binkin and he thought she looked quite well and also had a look at the pimples in her mouth. She does not seem to be able to get rid of them.

I am running out of news, Poiky. I wonder whether you have seen any of the old crowd yet and whether you have started to distribute the presents. Do you find people changed? And how is the food in England now? Mrs Gut tells me that her brother wants to go back. He doesn’t like it here any more. She also told me that Ada has quite fallen in love with Moshe and had told her that she has never seen such a friendly little chap before. I must say that wherever I take him people like him and make a fuss of him. He is a good little boy and whenever he and Liki have had a bit of a tussle, he purses his lips and says nishika and they both kiss and feel fine.

The Simons should be back by now and I shall try to go there tomorrow or Friday. I am of course longing to hear first-hand reports. How did you like them there German sausages? I still can’t believe that you have actually been there.

This must be all for tonight. I am already looking forward to your next letter. Don’t forget to dress really warm because you can’t afford getting sick. I also meant to ask you if Wechsler’s daughter’s operation was successful.

Here is good night to you and pleasant dreams and bags of love and hugs and many many kisses,

Yours ever,

Bossy.