One Eye Laughing, The Other Eye Weeping: The Diary of Julie Weiss, Vienna, Austria to New York 1938 (Dear America Series)
During the Nazi persecution of the Jews in Austria, twelve-year-old Julie escapes to America to live with her relatives in New York City.
elevator doors open and close with their clash and clang, footsteps echoing in the hollow hallway, and the sound of his key sliding slowly into the door lock. But I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I could smell his eau de cologne and he was giving me my good-night kiss. Daddy never, ever goes to bed without giving me my good-night kiss. Daddy sees more patients each year, which means he sees less of me each year. I wish it wasn’t so but Daddy is simply devoted to his patients.
too. This is the ﬁrst time I have not been with them. I told Daddy that I arrived safely and how nicely Aunt Clara and Uncle Martin are treating me. I know that will make him happy. I asked him if he could write as soon as possible. Aunt Clara promised me she would mail it without delay. SUNDAY, JULY 17, 1938 I’ve had a headache and fever for the past two days. I always get a headache after I have that dream. Susie said I should put the hot water bottle behind my neck. She’s the one who brought
sound so magical and mysterious I’d almost like to believe it’s true. It’s like you can read people’s minds or see the future. I used to think it would be the most wonderful thing in the world to be able to see into the future, but lately I’m not so sure. Mother thinks Milli is “too clairvoyant for her own good.” (I heard her saying that to Daddy one night.) I didn’t know at the time what clairvoyant meant but I do now and I don’t know how anyone can be too clairvoyant for their own good. And,
want to be rude, however; I owe them so much. So I agreed to play. Yesterday he told me three jokes in a row: the one about the scarecrow that was so scary, the crows brought back corn they had stolen two years earlier; the one about the inventor of rubber pockets for waiters who wanted to steal soup; and a really boring one about the guy who was so cheap, he put his ﬁngers down a moth’s throat just to get the cloth back. Uncle Martin’s jokes aren’t very funny, but my funny faces aren’t working
bookstore. The kind Mr. Heller would have liked. WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1938 It’s very frustrating playing “Sober Sue” with Uncle Martin. He has a great deal of self-control, so even when I make a very good face and he’s about to laugh, he just doesn’t. 157 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 S 23 R 24 9577_02_121-210_r7ek.qxd 4/27/2000 20:36 Page 158 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 S 24 R I have two more words for my list that I got from