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My Mother

From: domainremoved <David>
Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2015 19:37:54 +0000

To the members of the Menlo Park City Council:
My mother, Miriam Meyerhof, passed away peacefullythis morning, June 13, 2015 at 2 am.  Iwas able to be with her a few hours before she was gone. She was born on April29, 1921-exactly one year before my father Walter who was born on April 29,1922.  They knew each other as childrenas their parents were friends and belonged to the same Philosophical group inGermany.  They were married for 59 years.My mother’s father was an eye doctor who worked for the army during World WarI.  He was hit in face with mustard gasand never really recovered.  He passedaway when my mother was 3 years old.  Soshe, as an only child, was brought up by her mother, Margaret Ruben.  Margaret Ruben, known to us as Omi, was oneof the first child psychiatrists in Los Angeles, starting in 1947.  She was a close colleague of Anna Freud. 

My mother lived in an apartment in Berlin-studyingto be a nursery school teacher.  Then oneday in November, 1938 the young men living next door told her, “Don’t go outtonight.”  It was Kristallnacht-Night ofthe Broken Glass- when the Nazis attacked every Jewish person on the street andsmashed the windows of every Jewish business, home, and school.  My mother was able to get on theKindertransport to England where she attended the Stoatley-Rough boardingschool.  After 2 years she was reunitedwith her mother and worked in Anna Freud’s Nursery in London throughout WorldWar II.

My mother was an amazing, kind and generous womanwho cared deeply about her family and the world around her.  She always gave touched the hearts of everyone she met.

She was a resident of Menlo Park at 213 BlackburnAvenue since 1950.

 Here is mypoem to my mother:


 
My Mother

By DavidMeyerhof


 
As the glass shattered,

Lives were scattered.

Survive is what mattered

Even with souls battered.

She was seventeen.

It was time to leave.

The list of what she could take-

Fill one suitcase-make no mistake.

The boat of life

To escape the strife,

To begin anew

With so much to do.

77 years have passed.

The memories will always last.

We must strive

To keep alive

All we have learned, all we know

And teach the world how to grow.

Our words must carry weight

To proclaim our fate.

So let us all do our part,

And give our hearts

To the people.


Sincerely,David Meyerhof818-261-2060
Received on Thu Jul 02 2015 - 17:04:40 PDT

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