ALICE MASTERS LAST DAY ON TRAIN

December 8, 1938

Waking up this morning was just like any other morning.  The only thing that was different was that we were on the train.  Still.  Its already been a while; well more like forever, since me or my sisters had seen anyone from our family.  It seemed like every kid on the train was getting used to the living conditions, but not me.  Every day and every night was the same.  Same room same people same food most of the time.  Just when I thought we were gonna live on the train forever was when the conductor said we would be arriving in Britain soon.  A few hours later the train was screeching to a stop and we were finally there.  Everyone screamed with excitement to finally be getting off the train.  At the train station, it was crazy peoples names getting called and kids crying; not sure for joy or sorrow, maybe both.  Me and my sisters patiently waited for our names to be called.  It took a few hours and we were nearly the last kids there when our name was called.  To our surprise, there standing in front of us was our uncle that we haven’t seen in a long time.  However he was with someone, a lady that non of us recognized.  We said our hello’s and made our way to the car.  In the car our uncle explained everything that was going to be happening.  He said how we were safe and we were one of the lucky ones.  Only because we weren’t going to an orphanage but we were going to a foster home until the war was over.  The tree of us looked at each other with the same expression, an expression of shock.  I asked, “We are not going to be staying with you?”  He shook his head no and said he was not fit to hold foster kids in the eyes of the country, and he tried as hard as he could to be able to take us in himself.  The car ride seemed to last forever and it seemed like it would be the same day forever.  When we got back to the house we were going to stay in and said our good-byes to our uncle and settled in.  Still unsure about everything the last thing any of us wanted to do was live in and unsure house with unsure people, but they were nice and they took good care of us the first night.  As I sit on my bed writing this the same thought still lingers in my mind, “Are my parents and other family members okay?”  I knew this answer would not be answered in the short term so I put it in the back of my mind for another day.