A Long Time Ago (Part 2)

Two of the people who survived
Weiss’s Chicken Farm, New Jersey
preparation for Israel:
ex-soldier who’d been in Vietnam. He’d lost his
hand, now had a hook. And a legally blind
tall funny man named Danny who knew
about computers when they were big
and foreign. Two days ago, Danny
came to visit. We spent a lot of time
remembering this and that.
Starting with Weiss’s Chicken Farm. “I’d
never seen a chicken farm before,”
said Danny. “And I didn’t see
it then, either.”

Esther Cohen
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  1. There was another farm, preparation for going to live on a kibbutz in Israel, at Heightstown New Jersey. My father, before I was born, was there with my mother, and he once went to Princeton to bring Albert Einstein for a visit, who greatly admired those “future pioneers”.

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