Among my earliest memories are the times I was chased by Polish Catholic immigrant boys during the war years. They were throwing stones at me and yelling "Dirty Jew." It was hard to get away from them since they were our next door neighbors. One of my best friends was a Polish Catholic girl who lived on the same block whose parents worked. She had to stay home after school and I was allowed to play with her there but not use the bathroom because I was Jewish. Finally, when we played at the playground at the Catholic school, the kids warned us which nuns and priests to avoid.