The last time I saw Tammy was a year ago a Chanukah party at her former home on Bajart place in yonkers. she was charming, warm and friendly.  when the proper appliance to make the latkes couldn't be found, she insisted on grating the potatoes by hand.  She reminisced how she used to tease Ruthie her younger sister. Tami would fly back and forth from Israel with ease as if it were a short commute.  When Aviva needed surgery, she came. When Aviva downsized the house, she came.  When it was Aviva's birthday, from Israel, she ordered a family favorite from a restaurant in Yonkers to surprise Aviva.  Another time she flew to Rome and met Aviva where they celebrated the seder with chabad. Tami always included friends to the family holiday celebrations; once she included a Jamaican Jewess to the family seder. Another time when she was teaching at a prestigious school in Greenwich village she invited friend who explained to us how to teach the deaf. As a teenager when she was at Fieldston, I asked her why she didn't want to go to the same Hebrew high school as my son and she laughed and said she would never go to a school where she had to wear a skirt. remember another time when Shabtai, Tami, my husband and myself made a futile attempt to see Golda at Madison Square Garden. Too crowded. As a teenager, Tami did not seem daunted when she received a negative medical diagnosis.  Her friends say she was determined to live life to the fullest and indeed she did. As a young adult, she chose to leave the US and return to Israel. She was bold, fearless, independent and idealistic. Al first she decided to live near the Palestinians and taught them English. Later she chose to teach youngsters who were challenged. Like a true sabra, she was tough on the outside and sweet, kind and sentimental on the inside. In her too short life, she made a positive impact on those around her.

 

Roz Avigad