By Dina Kraft on the Christian Science Monitor…
Looking out onto Wellington Harbor, which welcomed my family on Aug. 28, 1939, as they fled the Nazis, I imagined their relief catching a first glimpse of its protective curve of low-slung crinkly green hills, its deep blue waters.
My uncle points out Queens Wharf, where their ocean liner docked almost 86 years ago, just days before World War II broke out: “It’s right there, where the sun is shining now.”
Refuge, a safe harbor.
My family’s first years here were not easy. But unlike their relatives left behind in Europe, they were spared the horrors of the Holocaust.
A year or so earlier, my grandfather had looked at a map of the world from the café he owned in Trieste, Italy, and spied New Zealand at the bottom, in the faraway South Pacific. He saw it as the surest bet for his wife, middle sister, and two baby girls to find safety.
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