Fortuna and Yosef Edri

From infancy I remember my grandmother, Fortuna Edri, an immigrant from Tripoli (my grandfather, Yosef Ederi, came from Morocco) telling me about her daughter Esther Edri. She was a sister to my father, Yaakov Edri, and to Armon Edri, the youngest among them. Grandma used to repeat that Esther was a beautiful baby. When she was about two weeks or two months old, she took her one day for an eye exam at Hadassah Hospital in Tel Aviv. It is possible she was slightly cross-eyed and after a few hours they announced to my grandmother that she had died. My grandmother was sent home, of course, without any documentation, death certificate or a grave site.

Of course my grandmother barely spoke Hebrew in those years and could not even read.

My grandmother got married around the age of 40. She was relatively old at the time. She kept crying and telling the story. My grandfather died in 1981 and my grandmother died in 2005.

Sivan Edri Zamar

One day my grandmother took her to an eye exam at Hadassah Hospital in Tel Aviv, and after a few hours they told my grandmother that she had died.