Here you can see my father-in-law, Adolf Goldmann, in the middle, my husband Moshe to the left, and my husband’s cousin to the right.
I can’t remember what his cousin’s name was. The photo was taken in Tel Aviv; we had just arrived when the photo was taken.
My father-in-law came from Dessau to Tel Aviv for the wedding.
His wife stayed in Dessau, where my father-in-law owned a big leather factory.
After the wedding, he wanted to go back to Germany. But my husband and his brother said: “You are not going back!” But he left nonetheless.
This is me at Dizengoff Street in Tel Aviv. That’s what Tel Aviv looked like at that time, too: sand and huts.
You could find everything you needed in Tel Aviv in 1937: streets, movie theaters, cafés.
We sat together with friends, talked and drank coffee. My sister-in-law lived on Ben Yehuda Street, and we lived on the corner of Keren Kayemet/Emile Zola. Keren Kayemet is Ben Gurion Street today.
We had a beautiful apartment. In the morning, we went down Ben Yehuda Street, and we had to stop every five minutes: