Bremen February 27, 47. At 10 o'clock, we were loaded onto trucks with nigger chauffersMartha Glass uses this term as it was embedded in the racial thinking of her time. In the spirit of documentary editing, we reproduce this term as part of the historical source language. We expressly distance ourselves from any racist or discriminatory statements. at the wheel, taking us at breakneck speed in 20 minutes to Gröpelingen to board the train. At 11 o’clock, the train left. Shortly after departure, the engine failed & we were stuck until 3 o’clock. Then we continued at a snail’s pace. Eventually arriving at the destination, we had to stay for hours and hours in the dark train because the M. Fl. Flasher was unable to dock due to ice floes. Finally, at 9 o’clock, I set out in the dark without a porter, carrying my clothes on board through snow & over black ice. We old people have very good cabins: 12 persons, 3 washstands, 3 portholes.

At 9:45, there was a solemn supper, one feels like in the land of milk and honey. Butter, sugar, condensed milk ad libi= tum on the table. A table set in white featured goulash with macaroni & mashed potatoes. In addition, fresh cucumber salad, green beans, catshup Ketchup . Afterwards, finest bean coffee from giant pots, toast & butter & cake.

Friday, 28th This morning at 5:30 on deck in the worst snow & black ice, to witness the departure. Hardly any passengers had a hard time bidding farewell to Europe. Breakfast was again overwhelming. A plate with scrambled eggs, fried potatoes & fried bacon. Then, along with coffee, the most delightful white bread and bread rolls & jam. In the course of the morning we got 7 dollars from the Joint [Distribution Committee]. Then we had dinner, soup, baked fish with side dishes. Chocolate pudding, crackers with cheese, first cup of cocoa. Now we have heavy fog & rough seas & everyone is seasick. I am not yet quite that far, but I am sick to my stomach. I have been lying in bed since midday & have not gone to the supper. A delightful black stewardess brought us cakes & oranges to bed. Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m., we will sail to Antwerp.

Saturday, March 1. The night was terrible for most. My suppositories must have worked well, because I did not feel bad. However, I was unable to go to breakfast. For dinner, I want and was able to have soup, roast mutton with peas & sauerkraut, rice Trautmannsdorf Trauttmannsdorf rice pudding with fruits, crackers, butter & cheese, mocha, orange. The mocha always makes me think of Reinhard & the fruits of the good E’lein Edith .Edith, daughter of Martha Glass, born in 1904, who had survived in Berlin with her non-Jewish husband.Now it is 4 o’clock in the afternoon and we still have not arrived in Antwerp. We are anchored in the sunshine & waiting for the pilot. Unfortunately, this delays the arrival over there very much & nevertheless I am happy to have a few hours of rest.

Sunday, March 2.. Brilliant sunshine, ice floes on the sea & on the Scheldt The pilot takes the M. Flasher into the port of Antwerp, where we then dock at 2 p.m. With the binoculars, I managed to observe the entire coast. I have written to the children. Sent off from Antwerp, this mail is the last from Europe. The meals are fantastic. At noon, we had turkey with vegetables & salad, butter, cheese, apple, peach tart, and mocha. Supper, steak with fries & mixed salad, ice cream, English cheese, and mocha. Tomorrow morning at 5 a.m., we are to leave Antwerp. Then begins the bad part of the journey, allegedly on a southerly course, along the French and Spanish coasts.

Monday, March 3. Dense fog over the port of Antwerp. Only after the sun came through, we were towed out of the harbor at 12 p.m. sharp. Everything is bathed in pure sunshine. The city with many interesting towers, completely undisturbed, large ships in the harbor & much life bustling on the quay. Breakfast & lunch in the abundance & quality to which we have already become accustomed. The ship sails like on the Alster. How much longer?

Tuesday, March 4. Until 7:30 early in the morning, the ship lay still. Since then we have been sailing very slowly & quietly & are to enter the Channel at 3 o'clock. The trip through the Channel is supposed to take 36 hours & be very unpleasant. For March, the weather is not very cold, but hazy & quite foggy. They say the ship would later take a southerly course to pass by Spain. Just wait & see. When will I embrace the children?

On the high seas Wednesday, March 5. Today I do not have much to report. We have gone through the Channel to sail on the high seas. I feel miserable & lie in bed all day. The black nurse brings tea, cakes & fruit to my bed.

Thursday, March 6. Today everyone is back at the dining tables & on deck. It is warm & quiet as on my beloved Elbe. If only the beloved father,This refers to Hermann Glass, who died on January 19, 1943 in the Theresienstadt ghetto as due to the abysmal conditions there. who loved the sea so much, could have taken this passage with me. I miss him so unspeakably. Despite the touching love of my children, I feel so lonely & abandoned. This morning, I received a radiogram from the children in New York. I am very happy. If the weather gods continue to be so kind with us, it is a wonderful recreational journey. Now, at 2:30 p.m., a fire drill takes place. The whole crew with cork vests & probably the lifeboats will be lowered. May God help us!!!! If my esophagus were not burning so terribly, I would feel like a million dollars ( Disphagin Disphagia )

Friday, March 7. Every 2 days, we set the clock back 1 hour, so that in the evening it already stays light for a long time. Today we had observed a magnificent sunrise through the open porthole. Since breakfast at o’clock I have been on deck. Bright sunshine on an ocean smooth as glass. Even if one tried hard, it would be impossible to get seasick. The temperatures are summery. Socks & gloves are superfluous. I forgot to mention that every evening from 7:30 – 10, I have relaxing games of Bridge.

Saturday, March 8. Today is a critical day of the first order, storm & rain all day. In the morning, I did sit on deck for three hours after all. Now that is over & I hit the hay right away at 7 o’clock. Yesterday, one of the sailors was buried & today our pastry cook had his appendix operated. If only we were already on land, safe and sound!!!

Sunday, March 9. Today it is still stormy but the sun shines again. I hold my own & I am on deck all the time, but cannot say that I feel well. Even the nicest food I cannot stand anymore & wish my good Berliners could have just some of it. Today we saw a large ship on the horizon, but otherwise it’s only sky & water throughout.

Monday, March 10 A terrible day. It has been raining incessantly & the storm is so enormous that we have to close the portholes. Chairs are falling over & dishes are shattering.

Tuesday, March 11, early at Clear sky, calm seas. My watch glass bought it yesterday in a collision against a pole. Today, we must fill out a questionnaire on what we have with us in terms of valuables in addition to our personal belongings. We also received ship discharge cards. Until noon, I sat on deck sheltered from the pouring rain. Since 1 o’clock, we have blue sky & sunshine & I sit again in the fresh air until Supper at 5 p.m. The young people flirt to their heart’s content, [there are] no other pleasures on this ship. I eat, sleep & think incessantly about the landing soon & the reunion.

Wednesday, March 12. Even today rain and more rain & quite cold. Nevertheless, I am constantly on deck. Tomorrow is the last day & Friday s. G. w. God willing , we are to get off the ship. By way of farewell, we are showered with fruits & ice cream. Yesterday I saw fish for the first time (they could also have been dolphins) frolicking around our ship. For the last 6 days, we set the clock back one hour each day. To me, everything still seems so improbable.

Thursday, March 13. Indescribably beautiful weather blue sky & sunshine but icy cold. The sea smooth like a mirror. Now & then a ship on the horizon. The tension is mounting. Now it is 8:30 a.m., we are anchored by the quarantine station. The doctor is already off the ship again. Brooklyn with high skyscrapers can be seen & many ships leaving & arriving. I cannot stop thinking about the port of Hamburg with the Bismarck monument. I feel quite melancholy and I cannot be completely happy. Tomorrow morning at 6, it’s off to the port. At 6:30, breakfast. After that, the necessary formalities & then _ _ _ the reunion after 9 years. Friday, March 14. At 9 o'clock the ship docked at Pier 90 in Manhattan. It was pouring rain.