When I wrote “My Name is Rebecca: A Novelette,” my goal was to pay tribute to my mother’s family who came from Russia in the early 1900s. But then, as I wrote it, I realized that it was a tribute to all who came to the U.S. for a better life.
As I’ve posted, there are stories included that are real–I either heard them as a child or experienced them myself. If you would like to know what they are, leave a comment and I’ll respond. But right now I will tell you–the little girl with the doll is my mother, taken in 1931 when she was 4 years old.
I’ll be sure to respond quickly. Phyllis