Christian Family Services Ministry

07-22-2013 – Through pictures, and stories those places came alive. Early, mother had warned of the reality of one day being in such a camp because of my name and heritage.   What she did not understand was for me, life was very much like one already. It was 10 pm. September 30,  1956. I was sitting in the living room. It was time to go to bed. The phone shattered the evening air and mother ran to answered it. The phone had never rang that late before. I and my brother and sister slowly went into the dining room. A sense of deep foreboding as thick as fog arose. Even to this day I hate the sound of a phone late at night.