Given the turmoil of getting legal papers and leaving Germany, the long transatlantic cruise, the storms and waves, the course diversion, processing though US immigrations - the train ride out from New York to Chicago must have flashed by in a sleepy blur.
Arriving in Chicago, we were met by Aunt Elsie and Uncle Julius who rolled out the red carpet for us at their small Chicago apartment. Much later I came to realize it was so small because they were also buying a Florida vacation home and another on Beverly Shores, Indiana. They always did seem to have their priorities straight.
I heard we twins were a big hit. Yes, I'd be the one grabbing for the flowers. After the celebrating and some rest, our family moved into another cramped apartment above a shop, on a busy thoroughfare.
My dad got established at Altman’s Camera Store off Lincoln Avenue, joined the Chicago Musicians Union, and worked his butt off. Then, he found a nice ground-level apartment to raise kids in. It wasn’t far from Altman’s on the western edge of the Lakeview district, 3307 N. Bell. Located two houses down from a T-intersection, which meant little through traffic.