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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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,
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
What was your experience after returning from
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Did you accomplish anything on your mission,
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
Nathan is the founder of the jewelry chain "Glennpeter
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