Droozy and her family had moved from the small town of Crailsheim to Breslau, a large German City in the eastern part of Germany. They shared a large apartment with Aunt Mathilde. One day a loud knock was heard at the door and then three large Nazi men broke into the apartment, took their swords and cut through the furniture. The stuffings came out of the couch and easy chairs, the dishes were smashed against the floor and the three Nazis were roaring with laughter at what they had done. They called the family some very nasty names and addressed Droozy as: “You little Jew bastard.”

One of the Nazis grabbed Droozy by the back of her dress at the neck and held her out of the sixth-story window. As Droozy looked down at the street she could see Nazi soldiers marching stiff-legged in goose step, legs high in the air, sabers pointed upward, singing hateful songs. Droozy’s voice froze. She could not scream as she imagined herself plunging to her death and landing on one of those swords. She heard the words to the song: “When the Jewish blood spurts from the knife, then things will be twice as good.” The moments hanging outside that window seemed like hours. Droozy saw her life wane before her very eyes. She could feel never seeing her beloved father again (he was already in America), never playing with her friend Gerda again, lying in the street, a puddle of blood around her, not being able to breathe.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Nazi man pulled her back into the room and left with his companions, cursing and screaming out the door, leaving heaps of rubbish behind.

That night Droozy peered out her window and could see flames against the darkened sky. She was afraid that Jewish bodies were being burned. She later learned that it was books by Jewish authors, Torah scrolls and Synagogues (Jewish Houses of Worship) they were burning.

Droozy wanted out; she wanted to be gone; to be with her beloved father in the United States, to breathe the air of freedom; to not have to be afraid; to be able to sit on park benches; to have plenty of food to eat and not to be called dirty names. She wrote many letters to her dad begging that he rescue her (It was not easy to do that since an affidavit was needed in which someone would guarantee that they would take care of a newly arrived family).

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