Regina Glinzman: “You can't judge people by the way they look, believe, or the way they live. You wonder how one human being can do these things. What did the Jews do? Only being a Jew meant that you would be killed. My sister and I were lucky and survived because of caring people”. My family emigrated from Czechoslovakia to Antwerp, Belgium. We were a religious Orthodox family. When the Germans invaded Belgium.my father was taken away immediately. My uncle had urged him to flee and hide. My mother tried to flee to France, and, afraid of the hardship for her children. she placed my sister and me in a Belgian convent where only the Mother Superior knew that we were Jewish. My mother tried then to escape to Switzerland. I believe she ended in Auschwitz. Subsequently, a Protestant group took care of us. and we were shuffled from place to place. My sister and I remained together always. On the day of the Battle of the Bulge, the orphanage where we were living was taken over by the Germans. We were all brought down to the cellar and hid, but we could hear the sound of the bombing. Our Liberation Day came on August 1, 1945. We waited for our parents. but no one came. Finally, my uncle, who had fled with his family into hiding, rode his bicycle to every Belgian orphanage to find us. He found his widowed brother in America, in Scranton. Pennsylvania. and he sent us to live with him. but life here was difficult as well. Even there we experienced anti-Semitism. My uncle remarried, and our very kind stepmother cared for us and brought us up. I moved with my sister to Brooklyn and then to New Jersey where each of us married. We lived close to one another until recently when I moved to Florida. I hope she will move here to join me. After fifty years, she returned to Poland and saw the remains and had a horrible feeling. She has been telling her story to children for more than thirty years.