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at the train and smiled at me, I knew that was
                                                                  that.

                                                                  Perhaps this is a good time to talk about my
                                                                  “past’ - meaning the “men” in my life. There
                                                                  had been many boyfriends before but there
                                                                  was only one man in my life – Harold
                                                                  Flowers.








                 Some of Sylvia’s great grandkids planting
                 trees Tu B’Shvat in memory of Harold -
                 25years
               get in, the chauffeur draped a rug over my
               knees and I arrived in style; meanwhile the
               old  lady  and  I  enjoyed  a  very  civilized
               conversation. That made up for my “risqué”
               adventures  in  Israel  hitch-hiking!  After  the   At a reunion (sometime 1980s?) of chevra from
               requisite training period, I was given a choice      the chava at a kibbutz south of Rehovot.
                                                                                              Trude, Lottie, Chava
               of working in London or Manchester, and as           Left to Right: Sylvia Flowers,
               I  already  knew  people  in  the  Manchester       Stone (Goffer), Valerie Levy, Irene Davidson
                                                                   (Goodman)
               branch of Habonim (having worked there for
               a couple of months before I went to the David
               Eder Farm) and as Harold was now in charge         Habonim/Habonim-Dror Reunion - Sylvia Flowers

               of  the  Seminars  there,  I  decided  on         (Reprinted from Kol Bogrei Habonim – Vol V -2, Winter 2018)
               Manchester.  For  one  fleeting  moment  I       So many years have gone by

               wondered if I would still like Harold as much    It’s difficult to remember all your names even if I try.

               as I had on Hachsharah, but when he met me       Still, the memories keep flooding back
                                                                And of stories to tell, there is no lack.

                                                                How we all started out with ideals and dreams
                                                                And of our varied experiences we must have written reams.

                                                                However, slowly everyone settled down
                                                                Some, like me, have ended up in town.

             1953                                               Others decided to go back home
             First Israeli                                      In Israel they were no longer happy to roam.

             baby in Garin                                      Those that stayed had a job to do
             Gimel, Amiad.                                      Even tho’ many of us started without a clue.

             Happy mum -                                        Our best crop was the children we bore.
             Sylvia Flowers                                     We’re now into generation three and four!

                                                                The passing years have done their worst

                                                                But in the future of Israel we have not lost our trust.
                                                                Death has caused our numbers to be far less
                                                                But Habonim has made its mark in Israel’s progress.

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