I met her at my Mother’s. Like my Mother, she is a Holocaust survivor. Hers was a different journey… a different story.
She was born in Germany in 1934. As a young child, she escaped to France and was moved to a children’s detention facility in Marseilles.
Incredibly, her Mother found her in Marseilles. A ship was leaving for the United States. Mother and daughter found their way onto the boat. While at sea, her Mother found her husband was also on the boat.
She told us how, after crossing the Atlantic, they waited aboard the ship in New York harbor under the gaze of the Statue of Liberty.
But she, like the others on the ship, was not allowed to disembark. They were not to be allowed into the United States.
Turned away, the ship left….looking for a place that would take them in. Luckily, the Dominican Republic accepted the ship. (Certainly, a far-better fate than for the ships that were sent back to Europe.)
After several years in the Dominican Republic, the family found its way to New York.

There are so many stories. We are lucky to have yet one more shared.