While during our first months in Israel in 1976 we ere living as budding agriculturalists on Moshav Masuot Yitzhak, on several occasions veteran moshavniks regarded our quotidian, American-vintage family-- one girl and one boy--with friendly consternation. "Here in Israel only two children, and especially just one son, is just not enough," Pnina, the mother of three boys and a girl who was assigned by the moshav to help us adjust, commented on more than one occasion. "Think about it!" Although fresh from America, we knew at once what she was referring to. Indeed, probably more than we were then aware--at the time we were mainly bemused by her readiness, like that of other veteran Israelis, to volunteer their expert advice about how we should lead our private lives--did it leave its mark. As it happens, it accorded well with some of our own recently rethought notions.
Marcia gave birth to Yishai in Beersheba in 1977 and to Miriam in 1979.
I think it can be justly ventured that for most married couples, more than anything else the measure of their real ground and temperament may be located in the education of their children; it is their reality principle par excellence. (I recall, for example, liberal senators in Washington of the '50s and '60s who voted consistently for school integration but were known to send their own children to private or suburban schools in Virginia.) For Marcia and me to have moved to quaintly Sephardic Yeroham as newlyweds or as retirees,