My mother and I on the front steps of our first home in Denver, Colorado. We are the picture of typical immigrants. Unable to afford new clothing, I nonetheless cherished the sweater my grandmother Emmy had knitted for me. It kept me warm for many years. The inscription on the photo reads, "May everything go well for you, daddy. Love from Hilde and Hanne Lore, July 4, 1941." A few years later, as a member of the Denver Chapter of the National Council of Jewish Women, I was priveleged to help with the resettlement of many displaced person who came to America after World War II.