Well, the “story” of the family book of generations began when I was 23 years old. My mother could not produce the birth certificate of her birth year of 1918. She asserted the copy of 1938 to be the original. This, of course, was absurd. Likewise, throughout my childhood she tried not to take notice of my suffering due to our Jewishness. She ignored it. Perhaps people would forget. Moreover, she refused to make any claims on our lost possessions (which were substantial) lest new records would identify us once again as Jews.

On that particular day in 1966 I had enough of her pretending our Jewish identity to be non-existent, and demanded to finally know the truth. Among the many things she at last proceeded to tell me was the following account: after the principal of the girls’ school my mother attended got arrested by the SS, my grandmother took my mother immediately out of that school and went into hiding. 

While hiding my mother was filled with traumatic fear of discovery. One day her father came to visit his daughter, acting rather strangely. He told her to be seated, then began very solemnly to wrap the tefillin on arm and forehead and the tallit around his shoulders. He picked up the book he had brought with him and, standing in front of mother, kissed it, spoke a prayer and opened it. 

Then he said to my mother: “My daughter, that you may know that you have no reason whatsoever to be ashamed of your Jewish identity and heritage I will read to you now from this book. For this book is the evidence that your family is older and nobler than the oldest and noblest royal houses of Europe. May it help you carry your head high and not be dismayed or ashamed of your heritage, for your father’s house dates back to king David, being of the Wise Stock¹ of Solomon.”

Then he began to read --- names after names after names, for a long time. Mother did not understand all the names (I guess they were also in Hebrew as well as in Spanish). Grandmother thought that perhaps he had lost temporarily his proper mind from the traumatic stress.

Then grandfather told mother and grandmother that he was leaving the country for Holland (we had family there) and that he would take this book with him, guarding it with his life (he was the firstborn of the family). But should he somehow fall into the hands of the Nazis he trusted that G-d would then guard and keep the book.

This became one of the most trying times of my life. I came under severe attack from the adversary during this period in which the Lord taught me about the “succah of David that is fallen” and which He now was preparing to raise up again. I don’t think I would have ever found or seen this without His leading me from Scripture to Scripture, teaching me.

However, a spirit of fear was sent against me, which caused me to shrink back from any further writing and from the words the Lord had spoken to me. I was absolutely terrified by the prospect of being deceived, in error, imagining things! For 6 months I stayed away from writing and the “succah of David.” Then the Lord provided several prophetic words over me – one by prophet Chuck Flynn – which strongly confirmed the Lord’s teaching and my mother’s story of the family book.

Still fearful of the possibility that I could be in error and terribly deceived I returned to writing and the “succah of David.” However, the trials in regard to this affair were by far not over. I “shelved” the matter so repeatedly until it aroused the Lord’s anger and rebuke. I had paused yet another half year when in February 1982 Chuck Flynn was once again in town. Before thousands of witnesses he called first upon my husband and me and prophesied words so powerful and confirming it finally put my fears at rest. But he also shouted a rather strange statement of --- “legal victories!… legal victories!” I had no court case pending nor did I imagine one in the foreseeable future.

Little did I realize that the Lord purposed to strengthen me already THEN against the obstacles 20 years hence.