'Time was, When we had fun round the schoolyard swings, When we exchanged graduation rings, One lovely yesterday...' These are sweet lyrics from a pretty tune. However it's the singer of that song, the vocal chorus on an old shellac record that brings closure for two sides of the same family. The appearance of a gold pocket watch, the mystery surrounding a man who has vanished and a career hiatus are a few of the many events that play their part in a complex tale leading up to a 78rpm disc being placed on an autochange turntable. Each of them has its share in an account that spans time and crosses the frontiers of London, Berlin and Tel Aviv. It's all an instance of time that was, time that is and time that will be.