While in hiding, because I had to be quiet and silent, I stopped singing. It had been one of my favored activities as a child. Once, in the U.S. in the fifties, I joined the folk music movement through the Folk Song Society of Philadelphia and performed as a featured International folk singer at their Folk Music Festival concerts. My husband, Milton, offered me my first fine instrumentâ€” a Martin guitar. I also play a vielle, which is a medieval French folk instrument.Â
Later, when our three children left for college, I stopped being an ambulant folk singer. I used the golden cachÃ© of art appreciation and knowledge acquired through my attendance for two years at the Barnes Foundation, became an art dealer, and opened the Suzanne Gross Art Gallery. Also through my husband, a painter who graduated from the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, life was filled with art. Now, at this time of my life, why have I finally told my story of the Holocaust and that of the children of Pitchipoi? Because it must be told...because it must not be buried in silence and denial.