My grandmother is named Marilyn Petranker, but I call her Buby. Buby was born in Germany in the summer of 1924. As Hitler rose to power, life got harder and harder for all the Jewish families, including their family. Buby said that she had to take the chickens to the slaughterer, while dying of fear because it was illegal (Hitler said that the chickens had to be injected with a painkiller before being slaughtered, but that made the meat non-kosher). They managed to get out of Germany in September 1938. Buby, at the age of 14, was the youngest of three. This occurred exactly one month before Kristallnacht, “The Night of Broken Glass,” when hundreds of synagogues were burned down and people were taken to the concentration camps. They were lucky to escape in time!
They reached America in peace. There, Buby finished high school and became a nurse. In the year 1948, just after she graduated, Buby heard what was happening in Palestine (soon to be Israel) and decided to go and help. After a hot argument with her mother, she found a way to get to Palestine.
 There she met my grandfather, Stanley Sober, who I call Saba. They decided to get married in America, so that Saba could finish his doctorate and become a surgeon. They thought they would come back after he got his doctorate and some money. After a year or two, they moved to Canada, where Saba finally got his doctorate in surgery.
Sixty years later, two years ago, they returned to Israel, to join their grandchildren already living there.