|The collection of photographs within are part of my Mother's legacy. Some of the photos date prior to 1900 and were taken well before my mother was born. In their own way, they frame and describe her life's journey.
This site represents an attempt on my part to pay, albeit posthumously, gratitude, and to memorialize my mother. In many ways, I am the man I have become because she was my mother, and I am proud to have known her. We didn't always get along, but no one holds her in greater respect and love than I.
Born Martha Katz in Frankfurt, Germany, into a religious family, she became committed to her
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|Jewish heritage from an early age, attending services every Shabbat morning with her family.
When Hitler came to power, she was forced to wear a yellow star like all German Jews during that period. Her father was forced to leave, and he fled to France. Martha followed somewhat later, hoping to find him.
In France she found work as a housekeeper for a rabbi. When her mother was able to escape from Germany, Martha met her in Strasbourg in 1941, the same time that Germany invaded France. She was placed in a detention camp where she remained for a year. Luckily, Martha was able to escape only one week before the camp became a concentration camp. She