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Stinky Stein’s house was dirty and smelly, and the boys had lice in their hair. Of course, we caught
the lice, but we also moved to a nice lady called Mrs. Bentley, who seemed to be the local midwife and
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who lived in another part of town and we were living there when, on May 8 , 1945 the war in Europe
ended.

My mother: Mary Rubenstein, about 1928, aged 20

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