Beate Caspari-Rosen, MD
(1910 - 1995)
Margaret Bozyan, in her interesting account about her meeting with
her future in-laws, reminded me of how my husband George was introduced
to my family and I to his relatives.
When George and I decided to get married we were old fashioned enough
to ask permission. George wrote to his family in New York-- since we
were in Berlin--asking them for their blessing. I, too, wrote them
a letter, introducing myself. Since I had learned English in school,
but did not speak it very well I had some difficulty expressing myself.
I started by writing "I am a black girl," meaning my hair
and eyes are dark. I can imagine my future parents-in-law' s consternation
when reading this statement. Though George had read my letter he did
not make any changes in the wording. In some future letter he must
have explained the description I gave of myself. We waited impatiently
for an answer. About three weeks later a letter arrived welcoming me
into their family. That same evening George visited my family and spoke
to my parents while I waited in another room. What they spoke about
I never found out, but my father brought out a bottle of champagne
that my parents had put aside after I was born just forthis purpose.
We all drank to a happy future. The next day was my mother's birthday
and, as usual, the whole family gathered to celebrate. George was introduced
to my uncles, aunts, and cousins; he “passed” with flying
Looking back, we were really like two innocent children.
We were both medical students, and I had never been away from home,
except one term in Heidelberg. Now I would have to leave my home and
my family to start a fresh life in a foreign country. We had no financial
support, the world was at a brink of catastrophe (1933). How catastrophic
the future turned out to be, no one could have foreseen. But we both
would have a profession, we had each other and we were full of hope.
Two months later we got married.