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.
It was very difficult for my mother in Israel. My brother regularly sent her money from Holland and I think that’s what she lived on.
Then she started working as a housemaid, but she soon she was diagnosed with cancer and died in 1948.