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.
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Grandpa Was a Movie Mogul
The story of how Grandpa became a movie mogul is as unlikely as its ending was abrupt.
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.
Katowice, More Illness, and Our Stealthy Departure for Germany
Who is watching over me in this silence that I feel?
A Timely Thought
The world would be a much better place if love were the driving force of our existence
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To endless days On lonely avenues.
Ebbets Field
The calendar has flipped to March, and baseball is in the air. The spring-training exhibition games are well along in Florida and Arizona.
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.
Aunt Franzi and Uncle Joszi
When the Nazis entered Vienna, my father was killed, my brother Manfred was sent to England on a Kindertransport, and my mother and I fled to the United States in early 1941.
My Stepfather
“The big fight will be on the radio tonight,” my stepfather said. “We can listen. It will not be for long.” I tried to comprehend what was happening. He didn’t speak directly to me very often, and almost never about something we would do together.
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