Echoes of Memory

Next Stop

As soon as the Nazis came, schools were closed and we had to wear yellow stars on our outside garments. We feared what was coming next.

Lessons Lost

In 1948, my father, sister, and I were sponsored by my family living in New York City and obtained visas to immigrate to the United States.

Guilt

My dad was a survivor of both Auschwitz and Buchenwald. After liberation, as he traveled home to Mukačevo, he left a message in every city along the way for anyone in the family who had survived.

A Wonderful Ancient Memory

A friend was driving in Slovakia recently and noticed the Tatry Mountains in the distance. She remembered that I had talked about being there, and so she sent me a picture. The picture immediately reminded me of great old times.

A Timely Thought

The world would be a much better place if love were the driving force of our existence

My Street

The Power of Trust and Faith

My First Week in the United States

My father and I left the SS Washington, the ship we traveled on from Le Havre, France, to New York City to start our new life in the New World. We said goodbye to Lady Liberty and proceeded off the ship. It was the first day of Passover, 1948.

Mukačevo: My Hometown

I imagine that my grandchildren’s generation, and certainly that of my great-grandchildren, will not be able to picture a life without even the simplest of the luxuries we have now. I am certain that when people I meet hear that I was raised in Mukačevo, they imagine it to be a shtetl, with little huts or little houses, without running water or electricity, and with mud-filled streets, with people pushing carts or horses pulling small or large carriages. Mukačevo doesn’t look like this now, nor did it look like this in the 1930s.

What I Am Best At

I know that I am very good at many, many things. I am a good wife, mother, friend, worker, and was very good at sports, mostly tennis. But …