"In 1933, I was five years old. My father had died in 1931, and my mother was finally able to come to grips with the fact that we should move from our four-room Beck Street apartment in the Bronx, to a smaller apartment that would cost less."
"Perhaps I am being too hard on myself, but in retrospect, I find it hard to believe that my life through the late 30s seemed largely unaffected (and unaware) by what was going on in the world."