Feldman, Arie (“Doll”)

Son of Yaakov (Sandor) and Ilona. He was born on October 14, 1933 in Budapest, the capital of Hungary. He attended elementary school. World War II hit the family badly: the father perished in the extermination camps away from his home; The older son moved to France and established his home there; The second son went off forever; And whether she remained with her little son Aryeh, who became a breadwinner. His mother’s health weakened to the point of her eyesight. Until now he has been attracted to the Hashomer Hatzair movement, registered with a friend, and after a difficult internal struggle he and several of his friends went to one of the summer camps. In his life there, his devoted love for society was gradually revealed. In his love of the homeland, he had the strong desire to immigrate to Israel, even though he did not know who would leave his sick and poor mother. But during the summer days of 1942 he immigrated to Israel when he had a few more months left until he completed his training in the framework profession. He became a member of Kibbutz Dalia, which became his home. Gaza was his love for the homeland, so he worked hard to learn the country and even devoted himself to learning the language. He was very interested in the books and read them with tenacity and perseverance so that he would come closer, if only to some extent, to the roots of Judaism. Aryeh knew how to influence his friends with his cheerful spirit and his frankness, and even in the darkest and most desperate hours he managed to instill in the hearts of his friends who loved a spirit of joy and joy. He was a man of work, and even after he enlisted in the Nahal Brigade in March 1952, when we came home, he devoted every spare hour to what was happening in the kibbutz and from there he drew the strength and energy to devote himself to his job. His great concern was to find a positive solution for his lonely mother, who would accompany him in all his activities. He went to officers’ training and always volunteered to fulfill the mission of the instructor and the commander by combining the principles of the movement – a heavy burden that he could finally afford. His comrades-in-arms knew him as an uncompromising man, but he was also recognized by his good and devoted friend, just as his friends in the agriculture enjoyed his love and great devotion. He fell in the line of duty on the 23rd of Sivan 5713 (27.5.1953) and was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery at Kibbutz Dalia. After they fell, a booklet was published in his memory by the kibbutz.