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      Batya Medad made aliya from New York to Israel in 1970 and has been living in Shiloh since 1981. Recently she began organizing women's visits to Tel Shiloh for Psalms and prayers. (For more information, please email her.)  Batya is a newspaper and magazine columnist, a veteran jblogger and recently stopped EFL teaching.  She's also a wife, mother, grandmother, photographer and HolyLand hitchhiker, always seeing things from her own very unique perspective. For more of Batya's writings and photos, check out:

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      Tevet 2, 5769, 12/29/2008

      They Haven't Called

      I blogged my joy on Shiloh Musings at the agreement between Hatikvah, Tekuma and other Land of Israel  faithful to run on a joint list, the renewed National Union,  in the upcoming Israeli Elections.  I sent out the link with, hint!  Hint! my phone number and an offer to help.  No call yet.
      Just please don't ask me to bake cakes.

      No, I'm not expecting to be the "female on the list." Who would vote for me?

      In a small political party, anyone who thinks they deserve to run for Knesset should bring a nice big dowry  of supporters to vote for the party.

      I've been involved in various Israeli political groups over the 38 plus years we're here in Israel.  When we were new off the boat, yes, literally, since we made aliyah by boat, my husband and I went to a young Cherut meetng.  That predated the Likud.  They went around the room listening to everyone's opinion.  I worked hard formulating my thought in Hebrew in my head, but they skipped me.  I was the only female there, and I guess they thought I was just a silent partner.

      About a year later we heard of English-Speaking Cherut, so I joined that.  Nobody stoped me from talking, but they usually asked me what my husband thought.  The same questions were aked of my in English-speaking T'chiah, so I left politics for a number of years. 

      But I never stopped observing it.  And in recent years, I blog about it.

      Now I'd be very happy to get out the votes for the renewed National Union.  Just please don't ask me to bake cakes.