July 9, 2013
I was born [in Cologne, Germany] in ’22. And fortunately, my
father was far-sighted enough to see what was coming. We knew a little bit about the political situation because my dad was kind of a fan of radios when they were still fairly new and pretty high-tech. And at night we would get earphones, and you would listen to Radio Luxembourg or German-language from England, German-language from Italy, from France, Holland, and so forth. You took your life in your hands because if they found out that you were listening to foreign broadcasts, that was it. That was it. So we knew a little bit. He contacted his uncle here in the United States, applied for exit visa, and the uncle filled out all the necessary US papers. Actually it was his uncle’s son. So his cousin filled out all the papers. Eventually, we went through the waiting period until the US quotas came up. We got our visa.
We left Germany in May of 1938: my father, my mother, myself, and a girl, who was my double cousin. And we went to Rotterdam, in Holland. It was all so very difficult, not only to get a permit to leave Germany. In fact, my father lost everything he had there. When he arrived in the United States, he had twenty-four dollars. But he had another cousin who married a man who was on the board of directors of the Holland America Line, who was not Jewish. They lived in Rotterdam. And through that connection, he was able to get passage on a ship. . . . We got off in Houston, Texas. And my father’s cousin had arranged for us to live in Seguin because his father, at one time, had a little country store there in the center of Seguin. And so we went to Seguin. They decided to send me to high school so that I would have an American high school diploma. It was pretty tough learning the language. But there were a lot of Germans in Seguin, and we got along pretty well.