Friday, Nov. 19, 1943
“Dear Ma and Pa,” my mother wrote, “ Here we are, just where we were 5 months ago – at the Motel. Our house is all packed. Tomorrow they move our stuff to storage and off we go for the East. Our gas, light and water have been turned off and all the bills paid. Our neighbors have invited us over for dinner – a thank-you for the whale of a bunch of groceries I dumped into her lap.” Fair and cool was the weather prediction – no rain, yet. The adventure would start tomorrow. It would be a challenge: Now that my father had resigned from the Veterans Administration, he no longer had generous gasoline rations. Plus rubber tires were not available for civilians. And don’t forget motor oil and other essential maintenance items. In addition, there were no travel apps or easy ways to find reliable lodgings and places to eat. So it was brave to start the drive, in winter no less and with a baby. But my parents did it!
Light the Sabbath candles very carefully!