Friday, Jan.1, 1943
The New Year opened on a hopeful note. Although in his Christmas Eve address, Hitler predicted a difficult year for Germans, he still promised ultimate victory for his Thousand Year Reich. But the steady Allied successes fueled growing optimism for the opposite outcome. And in my mother’s family, there was outright jubilation, not only at the prospect of an end to the war but at the news that she was, finally, really truly pregnant. My mother shared the news with her parents in a phone call today. My father followed up with a letter telling them:
“We are overwhelmed here with happiness; there’s so much of it around our home that it seems to overflow and affect our neighbors and even gets as far as the Eastern seaboard. This will be a special year – we’re sure of that – probably one of the best years of our lives – and for a new year’s wish, we wish you the same.”
A joyous night to light the Sabbath candles.