Now being a girl I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot rode jumped and took part in all the fights of the boys.
My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike. She said...
I have prayed to God that he give me the strength to survive each day and to...
Mom claimed that I could carry a tune at 2 or 3 years of age. Maybe she was a little prejudiced.
