Hana was about to begin grade three, when the Nazis announced that Jewish children would no longer be allowed to go to school. “Now, I will never see my friends!” Hana wailed, when her parents told her the bad news. “Now, I’ll never become a teacher when I grow up!” She always dreamed of standing up at the front of the classroom and having everyone listen carefully to whatever she had to say. Mother and Father were determined that both Hana and her brother would continue their education. Luckily, they had enough money to hire a young woman from the next village to be Hana’s tutor, and an old refugee professor to teach George. Mother tried to be cheerful. “Good morning, Hana,” she would sing out when the sun rose. “It’s time for breakfast. You don’t want to be late for ‘school.’” Every morning, Hana would meet her new tutor at the dining room table. She was a kind young woman and she did her best to encourage Hana with reading, writing and arithmetic. She brought a small blackboard that she leaned up against a chair.
