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Oct. 20, 1977
Oct. 20, 1977
     It was 1968...the year after the 6-Day War.  The signs in Lod Airport read "20th Anniversary:  1948-1968
     It was 1968...the year after the 6-Day War.  The signs in Lod Airport read "20th Anniversary:  1948-1968.  It was mother's and my first trip to Israel.  You may remember we went with a group of 15 that included Rabbi Mrs. Singer, some Bnai Torah Temple couples [ Shermans - Sonderlings -Bachmans] a coupla young school teacers, and a Jesuit priest from Loyola University in Chicago.
    I was the first one out that morning we were going to Yad Vashem, and as I was standing alongside our chartered bus waiting for the driver, the guide and the rest of our group,

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Letter -To - My - Children Series pencil in top margin Hecht, Mike [1977]] letterhead Grand Executive Inn Eighth at Center Avenue . Phone 458-5535 Area Code 414 Box 939 Sheboygan, Wisconsin 53081

Oct. 20, 1977

    It was 1968...the year after the 6-Day War.  The signs in Lod Airport read "20th Anniversary:  1948-1968.  It was mother's and my first trip to Israel.  You may remember we went with a group of 15 that included Rabbi Mrs. Singer, some Bnai Torah Temple couples [ Shermans - Sonderlings -Bachmans] a coupla young school teacers, and a Jesuit priest from Loyola University in Chicago.
   I was the first one out that morning we were going to Yad Vashem, and as I was standing alongside our chartered bus waiting for the driver, the guide and the rest of our group,