These few images don’t do justice to the Rehovot Live Statue Festival. Some of the performers were better than others, but the weather was beautiful and the street was packed. I was pushing around my grandfather-in-law’s wheelchair for his first night out in 6 months! My grandmmother-in-law shared recollections from her childhood and early adulthood as we strolled up Memory Lane.

While pushing up the street, we paused in front of a group of dancers, dressed in what looked like full body swimsuits. I heard the opening notes to Icona Pop’s “I Don’t Care,” and decided it would be a good idea to park the wheelchair right in front of the crowd for 2 minutes of high-spirited fun.

At the top of the hill, beyond the last of the performers, my grandmother-in-law wanted to see the home she lived in as a young woman. She raised her first child — my mother-in-law — in that home. The hospital that she was born in was around the corner. Unfortunately, her husband died, and she was left with a baby to raise on her own. Under those circumstances, she met her husband, who, in a similar bind, had just lost his wife, and had a child of his own to raise. They joined forces and raised a family together, and they have been married for over 50 years.

As she was telling me about this, the 50’s Style Diner Live Statue exhibit changed songs. The opening notes to Frank Sinatra’s “That’s Life,” played over the thinning crowd.

That’s life, that’s what all the people say
You’re ridin’ high in April, shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune
When I’m back on top, back on top in June