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couldn’t take her daughter. It worked and Mrs. Foster was freed.
Then she and her mother started searching for her sister and nephew. They found them and her brother-in-law as they were being loaded in a furniture van. The little boy called out to his grandmother as the doors were being shut.
“She fainted,” Mrs. Foster said. “I tried to get help. One person took pity on us and took her to a doctor. She only weighed 90 pounds. It was really taking a toll on her. A friend convinced her she still had one daughter to live for. She protected me from everything.”
Several more times she was swept up in the Nazi net. Each time her mother had her freed.
As a teenager she was put to work in a factory making balloons that were supposed to protect Berlin. All the workers were Jews, she said, “professors, judges, teachers.” It was a long day and three days a week after work she went for dance lessons. The dancing classes weren’t open to Jews. She was required to wear a yellow Star of David identifying her as a Jew. She had snaps sewrn on the back and on her clothes. She could take the star off. When she was going to dance lessons, she took it off, hiding the snaps by carrying a bag under her arm, until she could change into her dance clothes.
JT danced with the Kibbentrop kids, a Jewish girl,” she said. “It was an interesting paradox. When I went home, I put the star back on. I took a chance. You lived from day to day.” Two evenings a week and on Sundays she had a private tutor. Studying took up the rest of her time. "I rarely went to bed before mighnight,” she said.
The balloon factory was bombed. She worked in a factory that took uniforms apart for recycling. That was bohibed, and she worked for a factory that sewed uniforms.
When that factory was bombed, the war was coming to a close. “It was chaos,” she said. Her mother told her not to wear the star at all. The bombs were falling, and the Russians were coming. While others huddled in bomb shelters she went out into the street and watched the bombing. “They flew straight through the anti-aircraft fire. I admired them. They were my liberators,” she said.
With the war over, Berlin was divided into four sections, each controlled by one of the occupying armies. She and her mother were in the Russian sector. She found a job in the American section because she could speak English.
There she met and married Randolph Foster from Flint Hill in Rappahannock County stationed with the American Army in Berlin. In the middle of the night she, her mother and some friends moved from the Russian section to the American side.
In 1948 she and Mr. Foster came to Rappahannock County. Her mother followed 18 months later. “I said I wouldn't marry him unless he would bring my mother out,” she said.
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