Droozy was a young girl with much to be happy about, yes, much, yet sometimes she was a sad little girl. She had very curly black hair and large bright green eyes. She loved to run races through the beautiful fruit garden which surrounded the house in which she and her family lived. Hans was her very best friend. He was rotund and jolly and several years her senior. When Droozy played with him she always was the winner. He preferred her over his other young playmates. Hans was a wealthy boy who lived in the large house in the garden while Droozy lived in the small house which was a part of the Landauer estate. Inside the garden Droozy could pretend that everything was good and happy in her world. She could ignore the times that outside were Nazi children who would pull her braids and call her dirty Jew and other bad names. She could forget the beatings she received when going to school and the pain of not being able to be a part of her classmates fun or games.

Inside the garden she could watch Herr Landauer playing cards with her father under a shelter made of trees. How happy she was when Dad would take her on the road to farmers’ homes where he sold shoes after he had to give up his store by order of these people called Nazis. How happy Droozy was when a farmer would give her a freshly laid egg and how frightened when a deaf mute child tried to play with her, making strange sounds.

There were happy times when Mother would bake fresh bread called Challahs for Friday night and when Droozy could accompany her to the Bakery where they had big ovens into which the unbaked dough would be placed and how wonderfully good it would smell when the golden brown braided loaves came out of the huge oven. The homemade noodle soup, fish, chicken and cake, that was served on the Sabbath, spread their delicious odor through the house.

A happy time too was when Droozy’s baby brother was born. Dad packed up his two daughters in his Opel car and drove many miles to Fuehrt, another town, for the circumcision of little Benjamin. When they arrived at the hospital there was their Mama in bed smiling at them. They couldn’t wait to see their newborn baby brother, who looked just like a big toy doll. Droozy was looking forward to walking this living doll in the high baby buggy that was waiting for him at home.

Although the two girls quarreled sometimes, Droozy admired Fanny since she was more than two years older and seemed to know so much about boys, how to have friends and many other interesting things. Fanny was very different from Droozy though. She did not like to run in races or sit close to her beloved father or tell little secrets to Mama. She liked writing stories, talking to girlfriends and reading. Droozy always hoped that Fanny would run with her, play hide and seek, and tell her some secrets. This never happened and Droozy always was just the little sister who was in the way. Droozy had many adventures of her own, however.

Pork Dumplings
Please Don't Eat the Goldfish
Pretty Shoes
Blueberry Cake
The Garden
The Red Rabbit
The Lost Bathing Tickets
What Shall I Do?  The Double Message
Pieces of Gold
Aromas of the Sabbath
The Birth of a Brother
Green Apples
Herr Kübler
The Broken Leg
Boarding School
The American Calendar
Suse Puppe
Shirley Temple Eyes
Kristallnacht Nov. 9, 10, 11
Aunt (Tante) Mathilde
Ice Skates
The Cologne Cathedral
The Escape
A Belgian Holiday
Gas Balloons and the S. S. Washington
The Statue
A Bad Dream
A Pencil Thief
The West Virginia Hills
Ice Cream, Grieben and Baked Spaghetti
The Gypsy’s Song
Venetian Blinds
The Deaf One
Dimmed Lights
Norma Mae
The Spelling Bee
Run, Thief, Run!
The Candy Store
The Birthday Party
Deep, Shallow Waters
Red Riding Hood
Small Mama
Droozy In Love
Eskimo Pies
Apple Picking Time
Working Days
Easter Baskets
Blind Joe
Lessons Learned From Parents
About the Author