My father was an electrician and a plumber.  He had a store in downtown Haifa at 24 Allenby Street.  I used to go to the store after school and help him. ON DECEMBER 16^TH, 1947, IT WAS 6:00PM AND DARK.  MY FATHER AND I WERE ATTACKED BY SEVERAL YOUNG ARABS.  MY FATHER, BEING FAIRLY STRONG, PICKED UP A LARGE PIPE CUTTER, HITTING ONE OF THE ATTACKERS WITH IT.  THE ATTACKERS THEN FLED.  WE LEARNED AFTERWARD THAT THEIR LEADER WAS MY FATHER’S TRUSTED AND MUCH-LIKED HELPER, WHO HE THOUGHT SO MUCH OF THAT HE HAD GIVEN HIM THE HEBREW NAME, MOTKEH. Source:  Dictated to George Blumenthal on 11/18/05 by Ambassador Uri Bar-Ner Israeli Ambassador to Turkey from 1998 to 2001.