I remember vividly Eva coming to us. I was 10 and she was nineteen. My father, her uncle, had made it possible for her to come to the United States. She had grown up in Montivideo, Uruguay, where her parents finally landed in their journey from Nazi Germany. I was enthralled by my beautiful cousin and found her arrival very exciting because I had heard rumors that her parents had asked my father's help in getting her away from Montivideo as she was romantically involved with someone they did not approve of....so to me, from the beginning, my cousin Eva was always someone unique.
Over the years, we shared many happy family moments but most of all, I treasure the memories of the trips we took together to visit her mother, my Tante Lucy in Montivideo. There Eva and I would join my Tante Lucy and her circle of women friends, mostly German emigres, like herself, who in their later years, would meet for leisurely coffee and patisserie on the boulevard fronting the Rio Platte .
Over the years, we shared many happy family moments but most of all, I treasure the memories of the trips we took together to visit her mother, my Tante Lucy in Montivideo. There Eva and I would join my Tante Lucy and her circle of women friends, mostly German emigres, like herself, who in their later years, would meet for leisurely coffee and patisserie on the boulevard fronting the Rio Platte .