Hello,
I am now reading two books the first
is called Quiet: the power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking. As
an introvert I find it wonderfully affirming. The writer, Susan Cain is also an
introvert. I am certainly not alone and I have value. Good to know!
The other book is by Anne C.
Voorhoeve. The title almost tells what it is about, My Family for the War. It
concerns an eleven year old Jewish girl who was part of the kindertransport
that allowed Jewish children between the ages of 4 and 16 to go stay with sponsoring
families in England just before WWII started. I am only about 100 pages in, but
I want to keep going.
It reminds me of an incident when we
lived in PA while Leroy was on internship in 1974-75. I worked at a retail store’s
snack bar. One of the security guys used to spend a lot of time chatting
(flirting?) with me. He had an accent so I wondered where he was from. Upon
learning that he had come from Italy (Or that is what I remember, but it seems
it should have been another country.), I asked about when he had come to the
USA. He told me, “I was twelve.”
“Did your whole family come?” I
wondered.
“No, just me,” he replied.
“How did you come?” I asked incredulously,
hardly able to believe this fact.
“I just got on a train and then a
ship,” he added.
I must have had a questioning look
because he then went on, “Hitler did not like little Jewish boys.”
After that what could I say? I had at
that time never heard of the kindertransports. He did not use that word, but I
suspect that is what it was. I was overwhelmed by the idea of leaving my
parents at that tender age and traveling into the unknown. There was certainly
a strong sense of danger pushing these parents to let children go or perhaps to
make them go.
Paula
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