Ramat HaSharon is a beautiful thriving city on the Mediterranean coast between Tel-Aviv and Herzlia. It was founded as a moshava in 1923 by Polish olim and was originally called Ir Shalom.

The moshava was built on 2000 dunams purchased for 5 Egyptian Pounds per dunam. In 1932 the name was changed to Ramat HaSharon and until the 1960’s it was still a farming center well known for its strawberry fields and citrus groves. Now it is home to the Israel Tennis Center.

It is a city where famous and wealthy Israelis live and have lived. Reading the lists of their names is like reading a book of Israeli history.

Chava Alberstein, Haim Bar-Lev, Yehoram Gaon, Svika Pick, Haim Ramon, Dudu Topaz, Ezer Weizman and Rehavam Zeevi are only a few of the many names of the great residents of Ramat HaSharon.

In this city live two other beautiful people. For me they are both rich and famous.

They are my beloved cousins B and his wife S. (They are private people and do not want their names to be mentioned). B’s grandfather and my grandfather were brothers. We are cousins of the same blood.

B’s parents, Mordechai and Sarah, were very warm, loving and hospitable people. When I visited them I was always greeted by many hugs and kisses.

Mordechai always reminded me of my beloved grandfather who died when I was only 9 years old. Whenever I came to his home or he came to ours he would lift me up in his arms and give me dozens of wet kisses on my cheeks, sit me on his lap and feed me bits of chocolate while singing Yiddish melodies which I still remember and which I sang to my own children and grandchildren.

Mordechai’s son B is very much like his wonderful father, full of love and devotion. He and S. are blessed with three loving children and many grandchildren. Our family’s life and love continues to flow from them.

I mentioned that B and S are rich. At least for me they are. Their affection and love is worth more than gold or diamonds for me. When my beloved wife was dying from pancreatic cancer they called me every erev Shabbat to inquire how she was feeling and to give me courage and strength to survive the pain.

They are famous for me because of their love and devotion. After my wife’s death one month ago, I did not want to go on living. I had no purpose in my life . Rahel had been my greatest love and she was the light of my life. Without her I feel only emptiness and darkness.
But when the telephone rings on erev Shabbat and I hear the sweet voices of B and S, I am comforted .

B is the only surviving member of my family in Israel. He and his wife are precious to me. They give me the strength that I need to go on with my life.

Yes, the rich and the famous live in Ramat HaSharon and among them are my two wonderful cousins, B and S. May they be blessed with better health and long years of life. They are my heroes.