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 instrument— a Martin guitar. I also play a vielle, which is a medieval French folk instrument. 

Later, when our three children left for college, I stopped being an ambulant folk singer. I used the golden caché 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.