My grandparents and three aunts were finally in Kuibyshev. It was time to to plan for their return to New Jersey. They all knew that they needed to concentrate on the girls, since my grandarents had never completed the naturalization process while they were living in the United States. The Soviets would not be likely to allow any of their citizens to leave.
I had mentioned in my previous post, Looking to the Embassy for Help, that the American Embassy had written to the Soviets informing them of the citizenship status of my aunts and requesting help in finding temporary shelter.
A letter was written to the Secretary of State from Ambassador Walter Thurston on behalf of my aunts. My three aunts requested that Dad send money to Kuibyshev to cover the cost of their passports “and other expenses” along with one hundred dollars to embassy officials in Tehran. The letter also instructed Dad to arrange travel through Tehran.
So that was the new route- south, rather than the eastern path through Japan, Honolulu, and San Francisco that my father had taken the previous year. I guess I needed to do some research regarding the safety of that route during World War II.
Unfortunately, it was obvious that no one knew Dad had been drafted, since the letter was sent to him at the Rockaway home he had been staying in since his return. How long before they learned that Dad was no longer there?