My parents died of natural causes before the war. Lisbeth, Erna with her two sons, ages 3 years and 8 months, and my brother George all died at Auschwitz.
My husband fled to Italy after the German occupation of Poland as men were being captured. I traveled to Italy to be with him. My papers indicated she was a Polish Jew and I was not allowed to cross into Italy. I was captured and sent to Buchenwald. As the train was moving, I was able to jump out. I was able to get to an underground couple in Switzerland; the Zwerling’s who put me up for thirteen days. There is a G-d I tell you, I met people who helped me survive along the way.
I had a dream in which my mother was in a pink nightgown shaking her head up and down. I took this as an omen that it would be all right for me to leave. Later, I found my husband and we later spent a year as refugees in Tangiers. My husband wrote a letter to President Roosevelt in 1940 asking for help. Three weeks later, government representatives came for us and arranged for us to come to America.