It was a long speech, but when father finished with a "skal" Mr. Gustafsons's eyes were moist and his wife was visibly moved. Even the children were impressed. Mother and grandmother looked admiringly.

Dessert was served and everyone went to the living room for coffee. The guests signed the guestbook and were shown the signatures of their parents who had also visited Nuremberg many many years ago. The were also shown the stereo‐opticon slides which father had made on his trips. Later father and Mr. Gustafson reminisced about their adventures in old times and mother and Mrs. Gustafson exchanged their experiences with their children and maids. Plans were discussed for the next day when the guests would be shown the sights of Nuremberg.

At 11 o'clock the guest were escorted to the hotel and everyone went to bed except mother. This was one of the days on which she wrote a long letter to her aunts in Augsburg every week telling them all about the latest family doings.

Mother was born in Nuremberg. Her father was a partner with his brothers in a prosperous margarine factory. He travelled a great deal calling on bakers who gave him their orders and paid him with large bags of coins. He did not stop to count the coins but mailed the bags to the factory. A mistake by a customer was rare.

Mother had much work with four children and the care of a large house. Originally she wanted to become a nurse which was very rare in those days for a girl of her background.

The plot of the house included a hop warehouse, a front and back garden, a storage shed for wood and coal and a room where the laundry was washed and one room where the laundry was pressed.

In 1942 the house was completely destroyed by a bombing attack. In 1961 It was possible to file a claim with the U.S. Government as father had become an American citizen. I showed a map of the plot to an official of the Foreign Claims Settlement Commission and when he saw a reference to the two laundry rooms he concluded the family was in the laundry business.

I had to explain that in those days every apartment building had to have such facilities. On a certain day every month two laundresses would appear. A fire was started under a large kettle and the laundry was cooked, soaped and then brushed over a wooden board. After the laundry was dried the pressing lady, assisted by the cook and maid would take over It took the work of two days before the beautifully clean and pressed laundry was returned to the closets.

Mother had to supervise all this work; it was very important that the food was ample and good as the workers got all their meals and had to keep up their strength. Sometimes mother got so mad at all the work that she called the house a "hovel". But these moods did not last long. Mother was spared the worst part of Hitler's regime as she died in 1936 after a gall stone operation. She left her mother who had lost her other daughter during the influenza epidemic in 1918.

I am sorry I have so little to report about mother's family1. The reason is that there are no records available the way records of father's family exist.

Mother could never do enough for her family. She truly did justice, loved kindness and walked humbly with her God.

She is buried in the "Neue Juedische Friedhof" (New Jewish Cemetery) in Nuremberg.