On the Sabbath, of course, we did not work and in the afternoon my friends and I used to stroll through the Jewish neighbourhood on suitably mild days. The Krashinski Garden was not far and the park was always a different world from our crowded homes. There, we were able to while away a few pleasant hours until we returned home.

One day, as I was walking with my girlfriend, a group of boys approached us. Amongst the group, was a young man who seemed familiar, though I could not think why. We passed the time by running around, playing and then discussing books that we had read. When it was time to return home, that young man, whose name I did not know, asked me where I lived.

He walked me to my door,deep in earnest discussion. I learned that he was an orphan and lived close to where I worked. I liked him and his manner. Although we did not have a great deal of time to socialise during the week, sometimes after work my friends and I managed to meet. And always, wherever I went, that serious young man seemed to be. He always accompanied me home and always talked a great deal. I was sixteen and a half at the time, but knew that this one was right for me. Shmuel courted me for a number of years until we married on 15 January 1929, after my elder sisters were married, out of respect for them.

Shmuel was born in Lublin in 1907 and was an orphan. He was unable to tell me much about his family as his parents had died when he was very young. He did have two sisters; Cesia, who lived in Lublin and Riwa in Chelm. Shmuel worked in the tailoring industry. This gave us something in common from the start, and even after my daughter Nina was born, I continued to work at sewing.