One day, my mother came home and sewed a yellow star on my jacket. I remember my brother Jean saying to me, "Mariette take the star off". I used to always take it off and my mother used to sew it back on again. Then the Germans told everyone to register the names of all family members at the police station or be deported. My mother did what she was told and registered all our names, even those of our aunts, uncles and cousins. My oldest brother Jean yelled at my mother for this. I remember this clearly because at that time no one dared to raised their voice to their parents. I was frightened.
I remember Esther, Henri, Jacques, Maman & I trying to walk to Paris
, where Sarah was living. There were lots of people walking on the road. A plane dive-bombed everyone and Henri saved us all by pushing us into the ditch.