[It] was a great relief when we set foot on solid ground in England. We thanked our good fortune to be alive and in a free country. After we disembarked from the ship, we all just huddled together on the pier on solid ground that seemed to be swaying and vibrating-an after-effect from our rough voyage. A Jewish man from the Travelers Aid Society who spoke fluent Yiddish came over to us and asked where we were going. “America”, Mother answered. He looked over our tickets and noted Liverpool was our next stop. He informed Mother that we could wait for the train in the railroad station. Mother was in no mood to get mixed up in a noisy crowd. He then suggested that we could wait on the railroad platform near our baggage. That was very appealing to Mother, and that is where we waited in the quiet of the night and in the comfort of our soft bundled baggage for more than two hours. During that rest period we lunched on food we always carried with us in wicker baskets. Two kinds of dried bread, one plain and one topped with sugar. For real flavor we had jars of schmaltz (cooked chicken fat).
