Simchoni, Arie (“Aki”)

Son of Hanoch and Ruth, one of the veteran settlers in Nahalal. He was born on May 14, 1947 in Nahalal. From his childhood he had been quiet and intelligent and would walk around his father at work and find interest in everything. He attended elementary school and agricultural school in Nahalal. In the afternoons, after school, he would go to the field to harvest and load his carts with his father. Mechanization in the agriculture was becoming more sophisticated; At first the tractor and then came the harvester and the mower-and Waki ​​worked with all these tools faithfully and devotedly. Even though he was an excellent student, he seemed to enjoy the best of removing his bag and going out to the yard and the farm to work. He thought that the notebooks were not important compared to the vegetables, because they do not give the milk and the importance of milk is understandable! He generally liked to work, to create, to act, and to extract useful things from his hands; At work, Aki was all inside her and identified with his work. Aki liked the job and knew more than how to do it well, quietly and accurately. He liked to sail in Israel and was part of the movement of the Moshavim movement, and was willing to give up his studies in order to take a trip once a month. He was among the traveling veterans, who were walking slowly at the end of the convoy – not weakened. They knew how to exhaust the pleasure of walking and looking at the landscape. In addition to his activities, he was a member of the school’s shooting team. He was responsible and prudent in all his actions, and during conversation he would speak with pleasure and humor that said maturity, wisdom and security. A kindly smile always floated on his lips, which did not speak much. He was not extravagant, and only his actions testified to his true nature. Aki, humble, humble and quiet, liked to sing in his deep, Yaffa voice. Mostly he loved the old, quiet songs – love songs and sad songs. Aki was drafted into the IDF in October 1965. He was killed in the course of his service and was brought to rest in the cemetery in Nahalal on May 19, 1969. After his fall, a booklet was published in his memory, bearing the name “Aki”; Hazeva also published a book in his memory called “Hilel Habib” (“In the Eyes of His Camera”). One day he brought with him a sophisticated camera and took many pictures of the life of the place and the environment. On the third anniversary of his fall, a library named after him was inaugurated at the elementary school in Nahalal.