Our journey to Israel grew from a thread of family history woven nearly eighty years ago. In early 1946, my father served as the American Administrative Officer to the Anglo-American Committee of Inquiry on Palestine, charged with examining the future of Jewish immigration and the governance of Mandatory Palestine in the fragile years after World War II. My mother, then a young secretary, worked alongside the Committee during its months in Europe, the Middle East, Palestine, and later Lausanne. Those months changed the course of their lives: they became engaged soon after the Committee concluded its work, married in July 1946, and I arrived in September 1947 — a child whose existence was, in a way, shaped by the very history the Committee was trying to understand. We traveled to Israel in 2025 with that legacy in mind.
