Grandma Sarah passed away in 1983. My daughter was born the year after her death and I named her after her.

Sarah Kafri was our grandmother Sarah and I had a beloved and significant grandmother. Serious and serious, only in her old age were there cracks in her seriousness and personal and even amusing soft stories popped out of the shell of severity, and seriousness

Grandmother immigrated to Israel in 1920, studied gardening at the Lewinsky Seminary, and was the first kindergarten teacher in Nahalal, was with my grandfather Michael Kokso, one of the founders of Kfar Yehoshua, and lived in Kfar Yehoshua until her death. From there she went on to public activities, to missions to the Zionist Congresses in 1937 and 1939, to one-year missions in the United States, to membership in the Second and Third Knessets, to activities in the Workers' Council, and to other volunteer and national pursuits.

Mira and Amos Ben Zvi were the successors of a rural coxswain farm. Mira died in 1996. And Uncle Amos died. In 2011

After Amos' death, a small envelope was found in his desk drawer with Mira's handwriting written on it, "they were not with the rest of Grandma's papers nor with the diary found after her death. Separated and separated from a notebook. Pages written in 1926 and pages Written in 1935

Who tore them up and where? From the diary? That they will not be seen? That they will be kept separate?

I took the papers as a very personal deposit from my grandmother. The papers are very personal and intimate. I was very undecided. Am I allowed to reveal them? And which of them is right to hide? And who will decide what to hide?

.Is the pain the loneliness the despair the disappointment allowed to be exposed? Or is it permissible to tell only the heroic and powerful pioneering story of Grandma?

To me the great importance of the torn papers in Grandma's personal story. Grandma all her life wrote and spoke and guided and preached, and the ideals were like flags before her, but these delicate papers with ink stains and tears are the deep sensitive and personal tier we did not know about. He does not speak, write or write, not even in a book published by the family after her death, "A Life of Meaning."

After much deliberation I decided to let my mother be religious, delete and hide.

My mother, Datia, is the eldest daughter of Grandma Sarah, first of 4, was born in 1924 when Grandma was Nahalal's first kindergarten teacher,, at the time of writing the papers she was two years old and 11 years old.

, I let her erase from the pages what in her eyes must not be visible to the outside eye.

The deletion and prohibition also seem to me to have a deep meaning.