I was born in 1931 in Skarszysko, Poland, a very tight-knit community. I was the youngest of six children, with four older brothers and one sister. My father was a tailor and my mother looked after us all. There was a lot of love in our family. As the baby in the family, I was very pampered and felt that everything revolved around me. My parents were religious. I remember the Sabbath as a very special time, when my father would tell us Sholom Aleichem stories, like "Fiddler on the Roof." My only regret is that I do not have any photographs of my family. I am always envious of people who have pictures of their parents.