One of the worst days of remembrance for me is September 1, 1939.  I have just celebrated my 11th birthday on Aug 25.  I am 11 years old and was so happy to have spent the summer at CampLakota — My Aunt Lena s camp in Wurtsboro.  For the last weeks of summer , my father picked me and my sister Millie (who was a counselor) and brought us to pur little bungalow in Livingston Manor.  The horror that my mother feared had happened.  Hitler had invaded Poland and my mother never heard from her sister and her mother again.  The sobbing and the tears never stopped.  Sonny and I hugged each other.  Will this happen to us Jews in the USA.  Many sleepless nights and nightmares would follow.