Coming to America

Since my father was an American citizen living in Roumania, I automatically became an American citizen when I was born. My father left Roumania in 1936, and we intended to follow him as soon as possible. In 1938, the Roumanian Nazi party invited the Germans to come and “advise” the Roumanian government, and that is…

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A Dream Vacation

How can I forget my first cruise? The ship, the Morris Sigmund, was a Liberty ship which transported “materiel” from the U.S. to Europe. In December 24, 1945, my mother, my brother and I sailed from Constaza, Romania to Novorosisk, Russia, which is where I spent New Year’s Eve. We found out that the entire…

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Ode to Morpheus

For the past year or so, I have been retreating. It really became very bad when I, who used to go out almost every day of the week, didn’t feel like going anywhere–not to the movies, not to the theater, not even to have lunch someplace nice with my friends. I am very fortunate that…

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An Illegal Alien

For sixteen years, I was not aware that I was an illegal alien. In 1946, I was repatriated as an American citizen who lived in Romania. I had an American passport, and then a passport of protection from Switzerland, which was in charge of American citizens during the Nazi occupation. Like every good citizen, I…

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A Letter to Mama

Hi, Mama, This letter is long overdue. So many times I’ve thought that I should write to you, but something always stopped me. Three days ago, my Kindle came in the mail, and I started to wonder what would you think of it–you who loved books so much and introduced Ernest and me to the…

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My Dress

My Dress

Mama was very excited.  Her baby brother was getting married.  Willie had been bringing many beautiful women to our house, but I think that Anna, my future aunt, was the most beautiful. Our planning started as soon as the bride and groom decided on a wedding date.  Mama contacted the dressmaker, and they both decided…

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