At first I was placed with a horrible family. They would not comprehend things. My gorgeous dress from the Swiss Red Cross, that I never got to wear, had to be burned because they were so concerned about diseases. This was my first possession and they were taking it away! There were also much deeper things. They insisted that I call them mother and father, which was something I really didn't feel like doing. I ran away from them and was placed with Ethel and Edward Basin and their daughter Paula, who was ten years younger than I was. The Basins were wonderful to me. I still have a prayer that I wrote on July 9, 1949 thanking God for them. Auntie Ethel never made me call her mother. She was very sensitive to my loss. We maintained a close relationship until the day she died. She became a grandmother to my children.