Today when I was at the grocery store I bought mayonnaise. The mayonnaise was at the end of aisle 7 next to the olives. And for a brief moment it was 1978 and I was in Israel picking olives.
I checked the labels on the olive jars. Where were they made?
In 1978 I picked olives on Kibbutz Reshafim in Israel for fifteen dollars a month.
Every time I go the grocery store and walk down the aisle with the olives I read the labels on the back of the jars to see where they were made. They are not made in Israel. I want a jar of olives from Israel.
It has been thirty-eight years since I picked olives on Kibbutz Reshafin in Israel, yet the memory of the olives is as clear as the day I picked them.
A little slice of life. A memory slice.
Where did you go today? What memory file did you take out and look at again? I would love to chat. Click here to comment. HERE
Please tell me if you find a jar of olives made in Israel. And tell me how they taste.
All my best,
xo
Pamela
