In the waning years of an era stretching back thousands of years, there was a Babylonian Jewish community fully integrated into a multi-ethnic, multi-religion, pluralistic society in Basra, Iraq. And a family that traced its roots there back to 597 BCE.
This self-illustrated memoir of the author’s childhood—from 1927 to 1947—presents in a series of vignettes and in vivid, poignant detail from a child’s memory, the quotidian realities of a now-lost time and place that ended as World War II and its aftermath radically altered the Middle East.