This is our wedding party in Tel Aviv, on December 24, 1937.
Two days after my 20th birthday, I married Moshe in the garden of a small hotel on Yarkon Street in Tel Aviv, on December 25, 1937.
This hotel doesn’t exist anymore. It was an intimate wedding:
my mother, my brother Karl, his wife Irene, her father, an aunt and my father-in-law, my mother-in-law’s sister, Lotte (my husband’s sister) and her husband Yehuda Ickelheimer (we called him Ickel), and some friends we knew from the youth movement, who had emigrated to Palestine, too.