What would you do if you woke up one morning and learned that the country in which you were living was under attack? And what would you do if you were a member of that family—a son, a brother—but thousands of miles away?
The city in the Soviet Union where my grandparents, three aunts, and one uncle were living would soon be under attack, so they packed up the bare necessities and headed away from the bombings. My father was safely tucked away with friends in New Jersey and had no way of knowing if they had survived.
As someone who has had difficulty adjusting to Windows 8, I am reminded of this story several times each day as I unlock my computer. Somehow during the past few weeks, a photo stored on one of my files has ended up on the lock screen and I need to learn how to get rid of it!
The photo is a copy of a letter written to the State Department from the American Embassy in Kuibyshev, USSR on January 19, 1942. The letter stated that Dad’s family arrived at the embassy, having been en route from the city of Novgorod since August. It asked that the State Department contact my father and ask him for money for their repatriation home. The letter mentioned that they had no money and therefore were having difficulty finding a place to live.
How very sad! I see this letter over and over each day. That is the story behind my book. And you think you have problems?