Benish Mininberg - Life

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Benish was one of seven siblings of Yehuda and Leba Mininberg. His parents were members of the First Aliyah, having migrated in 1900 to the small village of Neve Shalom, near the town of Jaffa, then part of Palestine. The Mininberg family resided in the craftsman center of the Neve Shalom village. Benish quit his studies in the Elians primary school before the fourth grade to join his fathers' house painting business.

The last years of World War I forced the Turkish governor Jamal Facha to evacuate Tel Aviv and Jaffa. In 1917, Mininberg's family was forced to evacuate to a refugee camp set up in a eucalyptus forest in Kfar Sava. The family migrated to Neve Shalom at the end of the war. At the end of the war the family returned to the Neve Shalom, while Benish was sent to study at the Belazelel Academy of Art and Design in Jerusalem. By 1921, Mininberg's father had established his role as a community leader and moved the family to a new house at 22 Shenkin Street. Today, all that remains of the Mininbgerg family house are the ruins of a fishpond.

After a year of study at the art academy, Meninberg moved back to assist in his father's business. In 1926 he married Rozie Shpindler. Together they raised two children, Abraham and uri, in a residence close to his father's house on Shenkin Street.

Benish Mininberg lived until the age of 94 and died in 1996 in Ramat Gan. His inheritance includes hundreds of oil paintings bequeathed to his family members and art collectors.

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