Margaret Penfold

About me

During the Palestinian Arab Rebellion of 1936-1939 I watched my telecommunications engineer father strap on a revolver before leading night squads off to repair sabotaged telephone lines. In 1940 I watched from Mt Carmel while police and army struggled to rescue passengers from the capsized Patria. In 1941 my mother and I spent an anxious few weeks when my father, who had been recruited by Eastern Mediterranean Intelligence Centre, disappeared after being arrested in Bulgaria. He turned up in Athens weeks later, having escaped from a rural prison, in time to join the last allied convoy from Greece. In 1942 while my father rushed my mother to hospital, I was left in sole charge of a fake army camp set up on a beach between Haifa and Tel Aviv to deter German invaders. In 1946 I sat in front of the radio waiting for news of my father when the Irgun bombed his office in the King David. These experiences left me with a lifelong interest in the British Mandate of Palestine

 
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