1942. Was was an ever present reminder of my earliest days, though thankfully, I don't remember the details. My Mother's diary clarified many of those for me. In 1944 the German front changed and we were moved with it to Warsaw and the Uprising. Those horrible days were followed by several years of travel through Europe to the Allied zones ending up in Great Brittain as Displaced Persons. The final segment of our journey brought us to the united states on November 11th, 1947.