My grandmother fled from Poland and the pogroms with her sons, a sickly husband and no money or prospects.
I have no idea whether they were heading for the USA or even the UK, as so many did in those days, but they ended up in South Africa, and made a good life for themselves and the generations to come. She died when I was very little, so I don't remember her at all, but I admire her courage, and experienced something similar when we left South Africa in 1986 and came to live in England.
