The study of music was a family interest.

As we have seen so clearly demonstrated in Europe, hate breeds hate and the vicious circle revolves with all its attending madness.

The study of music was a family interest.

I became the head of the household. I went to school in the morning and sold wines all afternoon until seven o'clock in the evening.

My grandfather was Catholic; my grandmother, Jewish. Crossing over from Bavaria, as immigrants to the United States, the ship started to sink. My grandmother jumped overboard. My grandfather followed, to save this girl he had never met.

In March of 1933 we witnessed a revolution in manner, in mores, in the definition of government. What before had been black or white sprang alive with color.

The studied, unquestioning pace of my family irritated me.