At the age of eight, my family left Germany by train. We traveled through Siberia to Japan and then by boat to Shanghai. I went to school and learned English until age thirteen. I then quit and learned to be a shoemaker from another survivor. My father was killed in an American Air Raid on July 17, 1945, four weeks before the war ended.
I remember being very hungry. I went to bed early because we had nothing to eat. We had a complete Jewish community of about 20,000 people with stores, clubs and synagogues.
In 1948, we were given permits to come to the United States. We landed in San Francisco and came to Detroit because we were told Detroit had jobs and you could earn a living. At 16, I went to Hutchins Junior High and enrolled in a course from Chicago to finish high school. I worked in a linen supply company from 1951-52. I joined the Army from 1952-54. Since I knew German, I was to be sent back to Germany to be an interpreter. I did not want to go but a wise sergeant asked me whether I’d prefer working in Intelligence in Germany or being a foot soldier in Korea. I went to Germany.
When I got out of the army, I worked in a lumber yard for twelve years and then in the Louis Ace Hardware store from 1975-2000. I retired in 2000. I married my wife, Lila, in 1956. We have three children and four grandchildren.