Bob is the astranaught who called himself Alan Shepard.  If any name could suit my husband this is it.  He is an Israeli Priest, I do not know of any other, and also very Russian and German.  I expected that one day we would live in Russia to walk beneath the heavenly spheres but Israel was meant to be our home.

My husband is best known as Robert Redford. Redford is a family name, and he is christened Robert.  Movies are the art of the Israelies that appear as the oldest children of the race, to speak and act for the younger ones.  Biography is the gravitation of the Israeli movie and because it is the story of the saints always amongst us from the beginning of time up to the present and the predictable future.

Israel boasts of the finest journalists in every country.  Bob writes and quite a lot of his many friends seem all to be writters.  He graduated with me from Law School in 1988.  I went to law school for two reasons.  The first was to work with my father in his law firm, Schneider, Nixon and John (and Mary Therese Nixon), the second, to learn how to write professionally.  Bob went to become a leader not only to set an example of the best way to live, but to help others solve problems keeping them from that.

Bob studied emergency medicine as well.  I know of no circumstance wherein I could be suffering, that he could not relieve my pain.

My reward for being a good wife is manifold.  One thing that is something I will be unwilling to leave behind should God call me to Paradise, is Bob’s art.  He really dominates the Smithsonian Museum in Washington D.C.

Israeli medincine, like the Law I am able to practice at, is very much the art of the Profession of each.  The challenge is really to solve the problem and the ability to do so is the Israeli artists’ ability.

I married an Israeli Priest.  He wrote the poem, Christmas Eve at Sea which is a nice way to  center myself if I complain too much about the difficulties we have had in our earliler years of marriage.

Israel demands the best you can give, of a lawyer, but much  more important, of a wife.  In becoming Bob’s wife I accepted the life that might demand a Christmas Eve at Sea.  If we can remind our allies around the world and the professionals that protect them as the greatest Coast Guard of history, remind them of our common goals, beliefs, and problems, then Christmas Eve at Sea is a success for Israel and particularly for Bob and me.

The Israeli priest and I went “down to the sea in ships” and we pray every day for God’s blessing and for  yours that our common home will be a happy one in Israel and that we have done well as world peacemakers.

“Fine Wheat, Pressed Down, Shaken together, Running Over.”