Judy Sacks Anderson
In the summer of 1972 when I was only 17, my parents, Hal and Annabel Sacks, sent my 15-year-old brother, Skip and me to Israel on a sociology trip from Virginia Wesleyan College.
We spent a good portion of the summer working on Kibbutz MishMarot picking potatoes and learning about life as a Kibbutznik. At MishMarot, I met the father of my children and cemented my love for a country where I could be comfortable as a Jew.
I am thankful for parents who enabled my relationship with Eretz Y’Israel.
I was fortunate to go to Israel with my dad for his last trip in 2009.