My Uncle Zigmund
I didn’t see it as a young person, but I do see it now that my uncle was a broken man, who lost his life achievements and his place at the age of 42, and never really regained them.
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Keeping My Husband’s Presence
Memory becomes less retentive, sometimes drifting in the shadows. There’s a hole in my heart that remains constant.
Growing Up
You learn many things in life, and from many people, but never as much as from the people who raise you.
Fruits
We loved all the summer fruits, especially the plums.
Strong Women
My dad used to say, “Your Mom is as courageous as a lion.”
A Small Room to Be Remembered
In April 1944, we had to move to a government-mandated house for Jews (a Yellow Star House), later to an apartment under the protection of the Swiss embassy, and finally into the Budapest ghetto.
I Planted a Rose Bush
In 1965, I bought my first apartment in a residence near Saint Cyr, some 25 kilometers (15 miles) from Paris.
My First Vehicle
It was the cheapest car available in France, for about 1,000 francs.
Ebbets Field
Baseball is a part of my earliest memories. It was the path for a “refugee” to feel accepted as just another kid. I was an obsessive child—and skilled with numbers—so following baseball felt natural. I devoured team standings and batting averages.
A Kind Gesture
On a Friday afternoon in September, I started coughing. I thought it was no big deal.