Chapter 7, The Small Shacks
“It is time to move again” Mom Said. “But don't worry, we aren't moving far, just to the next street to a bigger shack.” When we moved from Be'er Sheva we took a very small shack. It was a one room wooden shack covered with black tar sheets on the outside walls and tin roof to keep the rain off. We had a small out house where my dad had to pour lime into the deep hole under the wooden seat every night and another out house where we showered. It had a small water tank placed on a tall pedestal with a special kerosene burner called “Primus”. Mom used to turn it on every afternoon, before dad would come from work so he could have a nice hot shower. I will never forget how Mom would prepare for “Passover”. She would take all the kitchen tools outside so she can clean and “kosher” them for the holiday. Dipping them in boiling hot water she had placed yet, on another “Primus”. Even the kitchen table was left outside until she finished cleaning the room. We had to eat dinner ...