[question] I don’t keep it [the engagement photograph] here, it’s put away special.

[question] That is private information and I am not going to discuss how Sam and I had our private times together. There are ways. There are places you go. You ever go up on the roof of a building, where the stairs come out in a little house? But I am not going to discuss about that. I told you already it’s private information, about Sam and me.

[question] I went to the country to rest, it was a very nice offer from these people who had a big country estate, to have some of the girls from the fire come and rest. They had delicious food.

[question] Their name was Loeb. [note: the philanthropist Solomon Loeb, with his wife Betty, who was an early supporter of Lillian Wald’s Henry Street Settlement, opened their home in Hartsdale, New York, for the rest and recuperation of fifteen survivors of the Triangle fire, from March 30 to April 30. rz] Very nice people. They had a lot of money, but they didn’t show off so much, they were very modest people. German Jews, a lot of them act like they’re superior, like they’re the only kind of good Jews. They act like the Jews from Russia are an embarrassment to them, like they don’t want to have connections with us or it will rub off, and those are the ones who think they’re so special they look down on us and call us kikes, and they act like they think common people like me all come from Galician horse thieves and pickpockets, and we’re not special like the Ashkenazi, but these were very nice people. He looked like a rabbi. She was a homely little thing, and she didn’t speak any Yiddish. Some of us who had some English, we could explain what she was saying for the girls who didn’t have such good English yet, so she could talk with them, if we helped. And he spoke some Yiddish with us, a bisl, when she wasn’t there, like he’s guilty to talk Yiddish with us and maybe she wouldn’t like it so much.

[question] It was the first time I was in the countryside since I came to America. The air was very fresh. All the trees make it fresh. You never heard a train go by your window, you never heard anything but birds in the morning, no noisy streets, or people shouting down from their windows, or the noises of the carts on the pavement, I never heard such birds, chirping and cheeping, and carrying on, they woke me up sometimes the first few mornings when I would wake up and I don’t remember where I am. I had some nightmares when I was there, but I wasn’t the only one with nightmares, every girl there got a shock, that was why we were there—the ones that got a shock too, not just burns or broken bones. But didn’t everybody who was there that day of the fire, didn’t everyone get a shock? You know those birds can be very loud, especially if you’re not so used to that type of noise. It was a very deluxe experience for us girls, coming from such modest backgrounds, to go there and sleep in nice feather beds with nice warm blankets and feather pillows like royalty got, and everything was done for us, with three cooked meals served to us like we were fancy guests. It was a good rest I needed.