My father's name was Klaus. He was born in Weimar, Germany in the fall of 1926. He grew up under the National Socialists, his family was fractured after the Second World War, and he eventually had to flee the growing repression of Soviet-controlled sector that encompassed his home town.
After finishing his medical studies in Mainz, he received visa to work in the United States as a research assistant seeking a nutritional cure for tuberculosis. In September, 1952, he traveled by train, ship, and car from southern Germany, through Sicily, Lisbon, Halifax, and New York City to eventually arrive in Saginaw, Michigan. He was 25.
These are a selection of the images that he took on that journey - a dozen old and cupped rolls of negatives that I have discovered and have been digitizing over time.
