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Among these was a German couple, the husband of which had come to teach at the Hebrew University. Some years later, I spent several weeks staying with his widow, who had managed to stay in her home by renting out rooms. She was a charming and interesting woman, and we spent hours conversing in a complicated mixture of Hebrew, German and English.

At the time, I was acquainted with two other families who had also lived there long before 1948, had raised families there, and also stayed long after their children left for other areas. There were undoubtedly Arab families there also, and possibly before 1948, some might have been comfortable with their mixture of neighbors.

Judy Bernhardt, Silver Spring

Tweed, Cont'd

CAROL MCCABE'S article on the making of Harris tweed ["A Swatch of Scotland," Nov. 12] called to mind a visit to a fashionable men's haberdasher in Hong Kong when I lived there several years ago. Finding an exquisite tweed sample, I asked the owner, an American, how much a suit would cost.

He shook his head: "You don't want that."

"Why not?" I asked. "It says right here on the material that it's Harris tweed, hand-loomed in Scotland."

"No, it isn't," was the reply. "It's made in Japan. They just weave that right in there."

Wes Pedersen, Chevy Chase

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