My grandfather had been a well-known judge in Berlin.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father was an immigrant from Austria and he became a lawyer and became a judge and I think he was a good judge.
My father was a military judge, and my mother was a psychiatric social worker. My brother and sister and I were moved around constantly, in and outside the U.S., living in Germany for much of our teens.
My grandmother - my mother's mother - was a German Jewish refugee, an only child who came here from Berlin in 1936 at the age of 17.
I was a foreign correspondent in Berlin in the mid-'90s.
My grandfather, in 1848, had fled from Germany to find political freedom in the United States.
My grandfather died under house arrest.
My father served as an Army doctor in West Germany in the late '50s and early '60s. As a result, he and my mother - both native southerners - were acutely aware of what had happened during the Holocaust.
I was privileged to serve as a judge.
My father was a golden boy from a very small town. He won a very prestigious law scholarship to NYU Law School, and there in Greenwich Village, he met my mother, who was very young, fresh off the boat from Germany.
Born Berlin 1931, Germany, father a British diplomat, mother an American artist. Educated at various schools all over the world. 1958 Settled down to live in London. 1966 Became interested in photography through photographing my young children. No formal training.