Varied Lives of Israeli Expatriates in Southern California

By Dorothea Shefer-Vanson

Dorothea Shefer-Vanson

ORANGE, California — Spending time in Orange County gives one a new perspective on life as it is lived by former Israelis in America. Like all other ethnic groups, they tend to gather together in groups, associate socially with one another, speak their own language and maintain their traditional habits.

So, although it came as something of a surprise to find that our son and his partner seem to associate almost entirely with former Israelis, what was surprising was to discover how varied their lives are.  Some of them have done well, live in grand houses (interiors done by interior designers, everything in white), while others live in modest apartments. These differences don’t stop them from associating with one another, and hosting one another in the many and varied occasions that life in America, offers — especially if you’re a former Israeli. Whether it’s Thanksgiving or Chanukah, guests from abroad or just to have people around to view a film in one’s super-comfortable viewing room (with a real popcorn machine on hand to serve guests), no opportunity to gather and make merry is missed.

I know that somewhere along the way work is done and a living gets to be made, but that seems merely incidental to the main concern, namely, getting together to chat in Hebrew, eat hummus, jakhnun and shakshuka, which are all available to be bought or homemade here, though of course on Thanksgiving, that truly American festival, the traditional fare is more or less universal.

Although they have ledt Israel for good, and made a success of their life in America, most of the former Israelis we have met here still hanker for the country they have left, making frequent trips there to visit family and friends, and even owning property there. Their children, whether born here or there, bear Israeli names, and I wonder how a child called Suf or Bar copes with the puzzled looks they doubtless encounter each time they have to give their name e.g., in Starbucks when ordering coffee). I know from our daily breakfast experience how difficult it is for the average American to cope with my other half’s name, Yigal.

And apropos of Starbucks, our daily breakfast experience has taught me that nothing beats their grilled cheese sandwich. But while there’s a lot to be said for the American way of life, I’m looking forward to being able to buy fresh bread and challah from the Angel bakery in Jerusalem.

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Doorthea Shefer-Vanson is an author and freelance writer based in the Jerusalem suburb of Mevasseret Zion, Israel. She may be contacted via dorothea.shefer@sdjewishworld.com