That was the happiest day of my life! My father threw a banquet for us at the Breidenbach Hotel -- it was fabulous!
Engelmann interjects: "How unfortunate you had to pick that day of all days for your engagement party! . . . I mean, that was Kristallnacht."
Oh yes, I remember. When we left the banquet that night, the streets were littered with broken glass. And of course I had on delicate evening slippers and a floor-length gown. Father said it was a disgrace that the crews hadn't cleaned up the streets yet. . . Engelmann, 117