"In 1968, I think, we moved to Long Island. I had friends in the survivors’ community. We used to get together. Why? Because we knew each other. We didn’t need to tell each other what we went through. We just, through a word, a name, a place, and the other person understood. And I moved in that community.
I joined a congregation. And the spiritual leader of the congregation, Rabbi Molafson [spelling], whose family came from Poland in the ‘30s or ‘20s, he felt that my reluctance or failure to share my experience was an emotional burden. And he prodded me to share my experiences with the congregation.
And what happened? The young people of the congregation came to me and said, 'Would you like, would you be willing come to my school and tell my classmates of what you’re telling us ‘cause we never heard about? We never knew about it.' So I slowly started speaking and at different schools in the Long Island area."