My new foster parents were Harry and Tillie Brook, who were very nice, but older than I had hoped. Thankfully, they spoke Yiddish
, which is how we were able to communicate. They tried very hard to make me feel at home, but somehow we never developed the closeness I was looking for and I often felt lonely. I stayed with them until the end of the year. I remember celebrating my 16th birthday at their house.
I attended Prince of Wales School to learn English with Mr. Clarke as my teacher. After about a year, I moved into the home of Myrna and Al Kohlberg. I found employment as a seamstress at Cordell's Ladies Wear on Hastings Street, working for 35 cents an hour. I was able to pay for my room and board. Mr. Kohlberg drove me to work every morning. For the first time in my life I felt happy and accepted. They were wonderful people and we always remained very close.