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When you hear the word “underwater,” what do you think of? Seaweed or jellyfish, perhaps? Maybe an old sunken ship or a blue whale? Today we’re heading under the sea and exploring an underwater museum, underwater pyramids, and much more!
Sometimes being the oldest pays. This time it paid in a big way, as I got to visitEngland! Abba had some business to do with a yeshivah inLondon, and he said he would take me and Yaakov Yisrael along as a treat. Londonwas a bit boring at first, as Abba had to deal with his business in the yeshivah, but he promised us that the next day he’d take us on a guided tour ofLondon— that was more like it!
“Oh, Rivka, it’s stunning!” I touched the glittering diamond bracelet that circled my sister’s wrist. Rivka smiled at me. “I still can’t believe I’m really engaged! And Ari picked this gorgeous bracelet for me “ We stood near the shoreline catching our breath after our early morning walk. In two months my sister was getting married.
In 1927, Shlomo Angel began buying flour inDamascus and selling it inJerusalem. He then bought a bakery in Bayit Vegan and asked his father and three brothers to join him.
There I was, dangling in the air, terrified, in the second week of ninth grade. Me — little, wimpy, shy — Chaviva Golding, was being held hostage by Malka, a classmate, who was literally gripping me. “Put me down,” I heaved, again and again. But Malka only squeezed tighter.
Hello. My name is Ahuva Bear. Some of my friends call me Huvabear, but I prefer just plain Ahuva. I’m 10 years old and my mother always says that I’m 10 going on 20. This disturbs me because there are many years in between 10 and 20. I know it’s just a figure of speech, but still.