My American story started when…
My American story started when we arrived to NYC in April 1939 from Hamburg. My father had been arrested by the Gestapo for the crime of being born a Jew . He was taken to Sachenhausen concentration camp on a cold snowy nightthe morning after Kristallnight .In desperation my mother contacted his boss, Richard Moser, a righteous christian. My father was his most trusted employee.He wrote to the Gestapo notwithstanding the risk he was taking to protect a Jew, asking for his release . The work of my father brought foreign currency to Germany which was essential.After a few months my father was released. Moser remained his lifelong friend.We were now immigrants in a land which embraced us & we flourished rapidly.The family grew to over 100 souls defying the Nazi intent of our destruction.