I was born in 1928 in Teltz, Lithuania. My father Itzhak was a chemist, my mother Shifra stayed at home. Because my great-grandfather was the Baal Shem Tov of Lithuania, the Jews tried to save me. At first my family lived in the countryside and I was sent to be with my aunt in Teltz. Later, I returned to my mother. As German soldiers came to our yard, someone grabbed me and my mother at the back door, and they left. Our house was set ablaze with Benzene; my little sister died in the fire. The Germans grabbed my father. My mother and I traveled at night through places I do not remember. We traveled at night, my mother told me to keep quiet as we traveled.
We came to the United States in 1949 where I had an aunt living in Pittsburgh.