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DAVID GOLDING: A personal recollection by Hanan Baradon

A gentleman, a gentle man although not without temper and not without blemish which served only to accentuate the kindness and goodness of the David I knew.
If high moral values and hard work are said to bring rewards, David was unjustly overlooked in this life. In fact the first significant “reward” I know of his receiving was a broken back awarded to him by his friends who threw him in the air to celebrate his winning his accountancy degree in South Africa and not catching him as he fell back to earth.
An intensely private man David gave away nothing of his own affairs, neither to seek advice nor to boast of achievements. In fact I had no idea that he had a sister until I met her quite independently of him. When I asked David if he minded my asking her out his reply was that he didn’t interfere with other people’s lives. And so David became my brother in law, as did his brother Ronald whom I had known, also independently of David, for several years at the time.
A friend for over 50 years, I met David when a small group of South African immigrants (and one Canadian) living in the Herzlia/Ramat Hasharon area set up a part time enterprise, “Settlers”, in an attempt to help finish the month through a bit of Import-Export. David was the accountant, Gaby Glaser was the lawyer, Maurice Mendelowitz was the backer, David Eidelman was the ideas man. I was the “consultant”.
Settlers morphed into a small, real business called Contact and of all the businesses which David helped initiate it is probably the only one still operating profitably today although without any of the original partners remaining.
David worked at the Canadian Embassy at the time very close to my office so that we could easily get together of a lunchtime for a natter. Sometimes we were joined by a co-worker of his, a flame haired pixie called Kay.
His contacts and activities were wide ranging, from his cricketing associates at the club with which he was so closely identified to the members of the more unexpected Kfar Shmariyahu  Synagogue where he was treasurer and activist for many years. Nor was cricket his only sport and were it not for the limitations imposed on him by his back he would, no doubt, have had even more of a sporting life.
I remember David as one of the truest friends in my life, one to whom my debts of gratitude can never be repaid and I am sure I am not the only one with such debt to him. I remember him as a husband to Kay and father to Joel, Roy and Shelley, I remember him as an always striving businessman and as the accountant to many small businesses started by South African immigrants. I remember him in his travails and for his smile. I remember the terribly sad last years of his life but most of all I remember him as a gift to others, a decent human being.
Hanan BarAdon

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