INTERVIEWS   The Story of Nathan Weiss:  The odyssey of an American soldier in the WWII, from US, to Romania and Europe. | SHORT STORY
Weiss Family Circa 1930 Nathan Weiss 1943 Honorable Discharge Rosette Paris 1945 Schenectady1952 Nathan , Florida 2008

Interview with Nathan Weiss

Nathan Weiss, a young Jewish American soldier, fighting in Europe with the American 3rd Army under General G. Patton, was just too far away to save his own family from the death camps of Auschwitz-Birkenau.

 Hollywood, Florida, May 2007.

It was late in the afternoon, in South Florida, when I first started to take notes interviewing Nathan Weiss. We found two empty black leather stools at the bar. The well-known steakhouse was packed with people. I immediately started to ask questions and write answers on my note pad. The people to my right kept silent for a few minutes, but later introduced themselves and started asking questions as well, intrigued by Nathan’s stories.

Every Jew has a story to tell because they all have relatives or friends who were somehow connected to the Great Holocaust.

Nathan is a complex character forged by difficult periods in his life, spent in Romania, Hungary, France, England, Germany and U.S.  He had to make many cultural adjustments to have a family, to achieve financial security, and to achieve the status of highly respected citizen. 

Nathan was born in New York City, on April 19th, 1922, in the Lower–East side of Manhattan. His father, Isidore Weiss, a prosperous businessman, came from the village of Botiz, about 4 miles from the Transylvanian city of Satu Mare. This large and rich province had just been attached to Romania proper from the Austro-Hungarian Empire in accordance with the Trianon Peace Treaty of June 4, 1920.

His mother’s name was Gisella Weiss who came from Satu Mare as well. Isidore and Giselle came to the U.S. independently. They met and got married in New York City.  Their daughter Margaret was born in 1920, and Nathan was born two years later.

Nathan was only one year old, when his parents and grandparents decided to return to Transylvania in 1923. This was highly unusual, because immigrants were streaming to the United States after World War I, and very few people moved from here to Europe. The Weiss family might have hoped to capitalize on a handsome settlement Mr. Weiss' grandfather received tor an injury suffered at the Manischewitz bottling plant. His compensation might go a long way in producing a large return if invested in a somewhat hazardous and distant location, such as   Satu Mare-Botiz (Romania/Poland/Soviet Union/Hungary).

Thus, Isidore, Gisela, three-year old Margaret and one year old Nathan (both chilren American citizens) traveled by boat from New York to Italy. From Trieste, they took the train to Satu Mare, via Yugoslavia and Romania.

Botiz welcomed the newly arrived Weiss family. Their capital was immediately put to work into a grocery store, a small restaurant (crisma (Romanian)/pop bar) and small investments with the local peasants (capital loans). Nathan was attending school in Botiz and Satu Mare, learning the trade and commercial skills that would serve him so well later in life. He especially enjoyed the time he spent at the “Mihail Eminescu” High School in Satu Mare.

But being in such an advanced school attracted the attention of the Romanian authorities, and in 1938 Nathan was drafted into the Romanian Army.

Isidore’s answer to the conscription Army order was: “He cannot be conscripted into the Romanian Army because he’s an American Citizen”. The answer of the Army Office in Satu Mare was brief” if he’s an American Citizen, send him back to America”. His father, Isidore, took the new European geo-political map into consideration, realizing that Hitler's anti-Semitic policies were making great inroads in Germany, Hungary, Romania, and Poland. Again, the family liquidated their assets in Romania and decided to go back to America. But at this time in history, it was far more difficult to reach America than in the 1920’s.  For Margaret and Nathan it was easy because they were born in New York and were considered American citizens.

When they received the direct and uncompromising official letter from the Romanian Army, the decision to return to America was made. Isidore went to Bucharest with Nathan to secure American passports and entry visas for his American daughter and son. The reception in the American Consulate in Bucharest was cordial and they got their papers within a few days. Isidore diligently purchased two one-way tickets in Bucharest for Margaret and Nathan, on a boat sailing from Le Havre (France) to New York. This was the famous Queen Mary transatlantic voyage. The package included train tickets to Paris and  room and board until embarking aboard the Queen Mary.

Initially, Isidore and Nathan took the train to the great city of Cluj, close to the Hungarian border. They stayed away from Hungary, which was now under Governor Horthy’s  pro-Nazi regime. The other travel route was via Yugoslavia,  chosen by many at that time. From Cluj, they traveled by ground transport to a point along the Yugoslavia-Romania border. They crossed the border into Yugoslavia at Portile de Fier. (Today, one of the largest European hydro- electric power stations is located there on the Danube River).

They had to take a complicated and tortuous route that would not touch either Hungarian or German territory. The route continued to Fiume, Trieste (Italy) and ended in the city of lights, Paris (France).

In Botiz, before leaving the village, Isidore went to a shoemaker and had a $20 bill inserted into the lining of Nathan’s shoe: "you might need it in case of an emergency". This bill would accompany Nathan for many, many years.

    The good-bye at Portile-deFier border was sad and short: “We will follow you, eventually! Have a safe trip and write”!   This was the last time that 18 year-old Margaret and 16 year-old Nathan saw their father.

After changing trains in Yugoslavia, Italy and France, Nathan and his sister arrived in Paris at the Garre de l'Est. They found their way around and to the hotel on Rue Budapest, which had been booked in advance.  After eating the prepaid meal included with their board and ticket, they ventured outside to do some sightseeing of the city, a booming metropolis, which still wasn’t much affected by the unfolding tragedies farther the East.

 In Paris, they presented themselves as Hungarians and not as Romanian Jews. It was better and safer this way. The two weeks in Paris, in that October 1938, went by quickly.  They spent the time strolling through the streets, visiting parks, some of the museums and writing home. Nathan spoke some basic French, which he had learned in high school, as well as Hungarian. The French were superficially aware of the danger Hitler and the Nazis presented, but they didn’t care too much, at the time. They weren’t fond of Jews either, so Margaret and Nathan were discrete about their origin and especially about their destination.

Time passed by and as scheduled, they boarded a passenger train from Gare du Nord to Le Havre, for the final stretch of their land journey. They had only two brown wooden suitcases, containing a few clothes, a few necessities, a few pictures and nothing else. Margaret, the older one, was the leader, and Nathan followed her instructions without argument.

When they arrived in Le Havre, on a rainy and cold day, they found the way to the harbor and, thanks to their American passports, they had no problem boarding the mighty Queen Mary to New York as third-class passengers.  They admired the awesome ship and were happy to have made it safely on board.

The passage across the Atlantic was an unforgettable experience, which filled the hearts of the two young passengers with hope and nervous anticipation. Somehow the dangers of Romania, the Nazis, the war, was so far away in the past, when you saw only the ocean and the blue, clear skies every day. They met some other people who were in their shoes. The time passed fast between reading, eating, walking, and playing on the deck, and listening to the radio.

When they arrived in New York, they docked at the Ellis Island processing point. Their papers were in order and they were immediately released into the city. The siblings were to be separated here: Nathan stayed with an uncle and Margaret with the Amigo family.

In America, everybody works. I have two friends, one a butcher and one a jeweler. Who do you want to go to, to learn a trade?"  his uncle asked Nathan on the second day they arrived.  Nathan chose the jeweler and this decision gave direction to the rest of his long and productive life. He was only 16 years and 8 months old. “In this country you have to work”, they repeated to him many times over. He chose to be a jeweler.  The following Monday, he went to his new job at a store in Manhattan on 48th Street and Second Avenue. The name of the business was Max Stern & Co.

Back in Romania, the family was receiving news via letters from Nathan and Margaret. The situation was deteriorating from day to day, with military, diplomatic and economic tensions between Romania, Soviet Union, and Germany. The Iron Guard, a German Nazi-inspired Romanian armed terrorist group, targeted Jews and Romanian opposition leaders. Every day, political crimes were committed. The situation became dire, foreshadowing the impending disaster.

In order to secure an entry visa, Nathan's family in Romania needed a U.S. affidavit of support from the other branch of the family in U.S. They waited in vain. The documents never came, and the political situation for Jews, like the Weiss family, became hopeless.

What was your job as a jeweler's apprentice?

My job was to learn how to set diamonds, to color stones and to repair jewelry. I didn’t get paid for 6 months; nothing, not a penny. Iszich Weiss, my uncle, gave me one dollar a week for transportation and my aunt, Hanny prepared sandwiches for lunch. I still had the 20-dollar bill in my shoe. Nobody knew about it. This money was my insurance.

After Nathan finished the training period, he was given a job, making three dollars a week. A few months later, his salary was raised to $5 and later to $10 a week.

Were you in contact with the family in Botiz?

Yes, at the beginning. My father and mother in Botiz were giving money to some gentile people in Botiz. They had relatives in New York and for about 3-4 months, we got some money from them. Then the situation got worse and our parents could not send us any more money. After working for six months, in March 1939, I got paid three dollars a week for a period of two years.  Later on, I was given increased responsibilities, and I was making $16 a week. Then, at the peak of my career, the economic situation started to deteriorate. The owners couldn’t pay me any more, so I started looking for another job. The year was 1940.

The war had been raging in Europe since 1936, starting with the civil war in Spain. Officially, the World War started with the German invasion of Poland on September 1st, 1939.  Poland was conquered in a matter of weeks. The Polish army collapsed against the Germans on the western front, and capitulated to the Red Army in the east. In less than a couple of months, Poland disappeared and was divided up between Germany and the Soviet Union.

In the spring-summer offensive of 1940, called by the Germans a "Blitz-Krieg," the entire western front fell into German hands and the offensive ended with the disastrous retreat at Dunkirk, which saved the core manpower of the British army but left Europe at the mercy of Hitler and the Nazis.

Romania, in order to survive and not be conquered as was Poland, Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia or France, had to make big concessions: Transylvania (1/3 of Romania’s territory) went to Horthy’s Hungary. Northern Moldavia and Bessarabia went to the greedy Soviet Union, and southern Dobrogea went to a neutral Bulgaria. Both regimes: the one in Hungary and the one in Romania were led by military strongmen, allied with Nazi Germany. German discrimination laws were penetrating both countries, faster and deeper in Hungary than in Romania, in terms of anti-Semitic sentiment.

The Transylvanian region was now under the administration of the Hungarian regime, rapidly enforcing the racist German laws. Its large Jewish community was suddenly placed in grave and ultimately mortal danger. In the spring of 1941, after fierce battles, Greece and Yugoslavia were incorporated into Germany’s Third Reich. At that time, there was no military force in the world that could stop the Nazis.

While Germany and her new European allies (Italy, Romania, Hungary) were preparing for the biggest military adventure ever, the invasion of the Soviet Union, people in the USA were leading routine, and relatively peaceful lives, ignorant of the great tragedies unfolding on the old continent.

(From www.wikipedia.com)

What did you do after being let go from your first job in New York?

 The second day after I was let go, I went to the top of a 40-story building that housed a lot of companies dedicated to the jewelry business in Middle-East Manhattan. I made my way through the building starting at the top and going down. I stopped on each floor, scouting each business, looking for work.  After about 3 floors, I got so much black smoke and dust on my face, clothes and skin, that I became ill. I went down, on foot the remaining 37 flights of stairs. The area was dark, I couldn’t see anymore until I reached the ground level and was able to get out into the street. I wend straight home. I was out and exhausted.

In the morning of the following day, I got up again, and started where I had left off, on the 37th floor.  This time, however, I was smart and took the elevator to each floor.

 It took me 34 floors to get to the third level and the businesses that were operating there. I was already tired, but I knocked on the door of a company named Fishman & Winkler. After I gave them a short resume of my experience, I was asked if I wanted to work and be paid by piece-work or on a fixed salary of $30 a week. I chose to work by piece.  During the first week alone, by piece work, I made $75, a very nice achievement, for a young person, only 20 years old. I kept that job at  Fishman & Winkler for the next two years.

The United Sates entered the war right after the December 7th,  1941 attack on the Pearl Harbor navy base. In Europe, the Germans reached the outskirts of Moscow and Stalingrad on the Volga River, but the Red Army started to drive them back in December 1942 - January 1943, partly fighting with American equipment.

In Northern Africa, Erwin Rommel who was in charge of the Africa Corps, was retreating after the defeat at El Alamein. In the Pacific, after the 1942 disasters and the loss of the Philippines, the situation was starting to improve after the main naval battles of Midway and the Marianas.

The U.S. was re-arming at a faster pace than its enemies and was learning quickly from mistakes made at the beginning of the war. At the outset, the North Atlantic was controlled by German U-boats, and they, almost single-handedly, won the war in that region.

How did you get into the U.S. Army?

I think it happened in December,1943. Everybody was enthusiastic about volunteering.  I wanted to enlist, save my family in Europe, and fight the Germans. I chose the European theater because of my family’s situation. When I made up my mind, I went directly to the army recruiting center close to work, in Manhattan.  But iIhad a small problem: I was suffering from hernia. I had a small bump, so when the doctor began examining me, I had to hide it with my hand, so he couldn’t see it. The doctor turned a blind eye to my problem and passed me on the medical exam.

After saying good-bye to my colleagues at work and my family, I filled my suitcase and took a military bus. I was sent into Camp Upton in New York and subsequently shipped to Camp Whaler in Macon, Georgia, for basic training. During the first week at the camp, I went to the hospital to take care of my hernia. After recuperating, I ended up in an infantry company for seventeetn weeks of basic training.

How was the training?

 The training was pretty tough. We used to walk 18-20 miles carrying field packs and guns. It was difficult for some guys, but I was in good physical and mental shape and the training was within my capacity of tolerance. Sometimes I really liked it. After almost fife months of arduous training, we were shipped to the Boston  area, to Camp Mile Standish. In that big military base, we were prepared for deployment overseas to England in June 1944. Remember, this was the month of the big military landings on the French coast of Normandy.

By the time I got to England, the Allies had already debarked at Normandy and established a firm beachhead. They liberated Paris and were already entrenched on the Belgian border in stabilized, defensive positions against a solid defensive German line.

How did you land in Europe?

From England, we were redeployed to cross the Channel in October, 1944. We were on the English Channel, and remained on a military transport vessel, because there were too many other boats in front of us. The debarking process was very slow. The allies had no deep water ports and all the processing was done from floating artificial harbors (one was lost in a terrible storm in late summer of 1944). Caen port was just conquered from the Germans. Naval engineers teams were cleaning the main harbor that was destroyed by the Germans before they retreated to Belgium.

We arrived in Le Havre one week after leaving England.  A Transit that normally takes about 2 to 3 hours, took us a whole week. For me, it was a familiar sight: six years earlier I had been there, boarding the Queen Marry on a one-way-ticket to New York. A circle in my life was closing: the Le Havre circle. Other circles would follow, without my knowing it at that time.

Describe your military experience in Europe.

After we left the boat, we walked up to the Le Havre Forest and we pitched tents. There was a forest of tents and logistics were difficult. We were eating army rations and had no immediate orders. We were happy to leave the cramped space of the boats and move to solid ground. Because we were "green soldiers" (seen no action), we were initially assigned as replacements on the 22-sd Infantry Battalion, 6th Division, Third Army, under Gen. G. Patton. Patton HQ was in Charles Roy.

In mid-December 1944, that fateful December 1944, the situation became chaotic, due to the Ardennes Offensive (The last important offensive of the German Army in the war) and the Battle of the Bulge. The thin American lines were overrun by the strong German panzer offensive.   We were shipped to patch the lines already pierced by the German armor and mechanized infantry. More than 60,000 American soldiers died in that battle alone.

In the middle of the night of December 29th, 1994, a dark and bloody night, we were rapidly shipped to Belgium by a truck convoy. We dismounted close to the Belgian border. There, the NCOs put us up on top of homes, in the attics, until we were called for the first line, as replacements. Meanwhile, I caught pneumonia and was shipped out to a field hospital.  At the time, German paratroopers took positions close to our hospital.  They were all over the place, shooting at us all the time. In my squad, we originally had 12 people: eight got killed in the front line during the very first hour of action. The company commander, a captain, of Jewish origins, got wounded and was evacuated with me to Paris during the retreat. Only three people from my original platoon survived the battle. We got evacuated the same day American defense lines were broken and overrun. Only a small pocket of soldiers remained in a small provincial Belgian town named Bastogne.

Which was the point you came closes to your family geographically on the Western front?

I think it was the area between the border of Belgium and the Ardennes Forest  that I came closest (unknown to me at that time...) to my family in Europe.

I did not realize, they were all in the Auschwitz – Birkenau Concentration and Extermination Camp. I don’t know whether they were still alive or dead at that time. We were at about 300 miles away, too far to save them.

(The gas chambers and crematoria systems at Auschwitz Camp stopped to function, by direct order of Himmler in December 1944, and all signs and traces of the 1,25 million Jews exterminated there were to be erased)

We started the evacuation of the wounded at night but the train was moving very slowly. It was also constantly under attack by German advanced panzer and motorized units. It took us about one and a half days to arrive in Paris, covering less than 200 miles. They put us up in tents, in the middle of winter. Imagine the cold! Imagine the cold for an injured person! There was no space on the hospital floor.

Constantly more and more injured soldiers were arriving, each with a story to tell. We did not know it then, but the battle was to be the bloodiest for the American Expeditionary Corps, with more than 60,000 dead, 20,000 prisoners and thousand of wounded. A lot of the wounded were shipped to Paris. I stayed in Paris for about a week and when the capacity overflowed, they flew us back to England. I was reclassified: from ground combat infantry to Signal Corp. All the wounded people in general, were reclassified.

What was your experience after returning from England?

After I was well and back in shape, the Army shipped me back to Paris. Paris, I knew well! I had to work in the American Signal Corp HQ, on the Avenue Kleber. Another circle in my life: the Paris Circle was closing.

My job was keeping records of all the signal corp equipment and file all printed messages: radio communications equipment, logistics, training, repairs, parts, etc. All radio and telex communications were on clear, in comparison with the Germans, who had the latest Enigma Type III and Type IV machines. In other parts of Paris, the Signal Corp, in specially organized stations, were doing some interception, partially deciphering the German radio signals in Europe. It was a very interesting job and I did it with all my heart, working with zeal and many overtime hours.

 I worked at Signal Corp HQ in Paris until the end of the war in Europe which came on May 8th, 1945. It was a happy day, that I will remember all my life.

How was Paris this time around, after it was liberated?

 We had a lot of military parades and parties. The Americans were parading. The French were parading. The American, the French and the English together were parading. After so many German parades, the Parisians wanted Allied parades. The balconies had 2 flags: a hidden German and an American flag, just in case the Germans might came back again. Whoever was the winner would push the other one out of the flat. The French were still afraid after the beating they took from the Germans. They didn’t realize that the war was really over.

This time around, the French were much friendlier than before the war and there was not much anti-Semitism. They knew that the Americans saved them just like in WWI, and they were friendly. We were the liberators now!  Some authorities were busy getting and looking for French collaborators with the Nazis, trying to find out what happened to about 75,000 French Jews. Many people were searching for disappeared family and friends. It all looked like controlled chaos. The French felt guilty for their cowardly attitude and their collaboration with the enemy. Their society was shattered, and they were trying to put it back together again while saving face.

My day began at 6.00 AM. I worked in my military unit, until 5 PM.  I was also a mail distributor in Paris Military District. My rank was PFC. After I finished my assigned work, I went into the city, to restaurants, movies, living it up and watching life go on around me. The city was slowly returning to life after the war. My curfew was 10PM, when I, and all others, had to go back to military quarters.

What about your family in Romania?

All the time, I had my family’s whereabouts on my mind. After the war ended I went to a Jewish organization that was tracing Jews all over Europe. Waiting in line, I was asking some Romanians if they had heard about my parents. Everybody was asking everybody about parents, sisters, brothers, cousins and friends. Everybody had a tragedy there and wanted to know the destiny of family and friends.

Standing in line, I met two Romanian sisters from Cluj. My buddy and I befriended them. They had another sister living in Schenectady, New York, and I could tell them stories about the city and life in America. As they were waiting for their papers to emigrate to the U.S., we became so close that after a few months I married one of them, Rosette Meyer. The other sister Lily Mayer married my friend.

Tell me how you reunited with your brother.

I was looking continuously for news from my family. Meanwhile, I found out that Allen, my kid brother had survived the camp. He was the only one to survive in the immediate family. He wrote a letter to my relatives in New York and they told him that I was in France. After he was liberated from the camp, my kid brother went back to Romania and opened a grocery store, on our property in Botiz.

When the family was rounded up by the Hungarians they were sent to concentration camps in Poland, probably in Auschwitz-Birkenau.  On the selection ramps, the men were separated from the women. My brother stayed with my father. When the Germans asked if someone wants to learn a trade, my father pushed him into the front row. Perhaps this saved him, because he was sent to the labor camp of Auschwitz. It was on that infamous train ramp that my kid brother saw our father for the last time. He worked in the camp kitchen, and this again saved his life, because he was cleaning the field kitchens and could scratch some more food to stay alive.

A few days before the Red Army liberated the camp, in January 1945, he escaped with another group of five prisoners. He was wounded, and when he reached the Soviet lines, a Soviet-Jewish officer sent him to a field military hospital. During his convalescence, he become so familiar with the other soldiers, that he was appointed chief-person-in-charge of entertainment.

After six months in a Russian hospital, he was able to get a permit to go back to Romania in June-July 1945. He did know about me, but he had the address of our uncle in the U.S. He wrote to our uncle in New York. In Botiz, he took over what the family had left behind after the forced evacuation, and opened a popular bar, in Romanian, “crisma”.

After hearing from my brother, I started communicating with him, via regular mail. “Sell everything and come to Germany” I told him in a short letter. He could save the documents of the titles of the main home, some houses that my father owned and other family properties. After he liquidated some of the properties, he departed for Germany. I told him where to go and where I was supposed to be waiting for him. Now I was working for the American War Department, under a one year civilian employee contract.

He was waiting for me In a DP Camp (Jewish Deportees Camp).  I could not go to pick him up because he was sick with yellow jaundice, a liver disease. I sent a friend of mine to Germany, in a Jeep, to pick him up, with food, money and clothes. He dressed my brother in an American uniform and brought him back to Paris. That was a happy reunion!

How did you leave Paris for the last time?

Me and Allen stayed together. I had to go back to the U.S., because my contract as a civilian contractor was up. I went back with my wife to America and left Allen behind, with my ration card, many clothes, food and money. He was waiting for the paperwork to be done, in order to follow me to New York. When I was already in U.S., he let me know with me that an immigration quota was open for Canada. It was faster than waiting for an American visa. “Take it” I told him, with the idea that Canada is closer to the U.S. than Europe, and somehow I will find a way to bring him back to New York. Thus, he went to Canada. He never came to New York. It was like a train that chose another line and a different destination. He met a fine woman there, got married, and eventually settled down.

Tell me about why you were so successful after the war?

 Maybe because some of us (after such a traumatic experience during the war), got the training to become entrepreneurs enabling us to start building a business. Maybe it had to do with seeing an opportunity to start one's life anew after so much suffering and destruction.

Writer's Note: In one of the photographs, I see Nathan in front of this recently acquired movie theater on Brandywine Avenue. It was in 1949 and the 600-seat theater was a booming business. He was an owner-operator for five years, until 1954, when the television, just introduced, was putting many cinemas out of business. Nathan was forced to sell it.  The building is still there, but it is dedicated to some other venture.

In the autumn of 2007, Nathan and a small group of friends organized a return-trip to Hungary and Romania to reclaim some property and to receive payment for damages from the Hungarian government.

How was the trip to Hungary and Romania?

I had an exceptionally nice time on the trip, especially in Budapest. You still feel the strong anti-Semitic sentiment of WWII. I could not stay in Budapest long. After three days, a friend from Romania came with his car to pick me up and drove me to Botiz (Satu Mare). It was a long trip of some 600 miles. We visited Bucharest, the Black Sea Area, Brashov, Sinaia, the Dracula castle of Bran, the King’s Palace in Pelesi and of course, Botiz and Satu Mare.

Did you accomplish anything on your mission, besides tourism?

Not much. The Romanian Government told me that I was late to claim any property on Romanian territory. When I returned to Budapest, I went to the Holocaust Restitution Organization and they took notice of my case. They handed me $1,200 for my mother, killed in the concentration camp. For my sister, they asked me to produce a birth certificate. I sent a request via the Romanian Consulate in Washington DC, and they informed me that this matter will take at least six months. They also informed me that they delivered an undisclosed sum of money to my brother in Canada, for the death of my father.

We closed the interview, on a sunny day of March 2nd, 2008, sitting in a restaurant in front of the beautiful sea shore, in Hollywood, Florida.

In the meantime, Nathan enjoys every day of his life. He is active, good spirited and sees each moment as a new adventure. He spends time with his family and three grandchildren. He likes traveling.  Back in Albany, he works a few hours a day in the just remodeled elegant jewelry store. He greets the customers, chat with them and sells. His loves his two Samoyan dogs and 10 tropical birds. Five beautiful apple trees, a large vegetable garden, and some figs trees wait for him at his residence in Rexford, NY.

On his laptops, he explores the Internet every day like a young person. For at least 3-4 hours, he is reading and researching many topics of interest and he is responding to e-mails. At 87, he is mentally sharp and physically as strong as ever. We wish him all the best in the future!

Nathan is the founder of the jewelry chain "Glennpeter Jewelers": The New Diamond Centre


By Hedi Enghelberg | hedi@enghelberg.com


With a revision by Prof. George Nagy




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