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In
the summer of 1895, Maria Ganz and her mother arrived in New York
City to join Maria's father. When her mother saw their apartment,
she cried: "So, we have crossed half the world for this?"
I
can see her now as she stood facing my father, her eyes full of
reproach. I am sure it had never occurred to poor, dreamy, impractical
Lazarus Ganz that his wife might be disappointed with the new
home he had provided for her. The look of pain as he saw the impression
the place made on her filled me with pity for him, young as I
was. A five-year-old child is not apt to carry many distinct memories
from that age of life, but it is a scene I have never forgotten.
Source:
Maria Ganz, Rebvels (New York, 1920), 4
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