Mr. Griffin. Is that Eva?
Mrs. Kaminsky. Yes; right. I’m trying to think where. I know Earl. I remember Earl, one time, some farm of some kind; I guess Jack did, too.
Mr. Griffin. Was there a time in your life as a child that none of the children were living in the home with your mother?
Mrs. Kaminsky. You mean not even the older ones; is that it?
Mr. Griffin. Yes.
Mrs. Kaminsky. I don’t know. I imagine there might have been a time.
Mr. Griffin. Well, during this period that you were in the foster home, what contact did you have with your other brothers and sisters?
Mrs. Kaminsky. Very little, if I remember. I think, maybe, it seems, you know, it’s so long ago—I’m 47 now and it’s a long time. It seems to me that occasionally I would see my sisters. I remember when I was young having measles, it seemed to me my sister came, you know.
Mr. Griffin. What did you know about your father at this point when you were in the foster home?
Mrs. Kaminsky. Well, not too much. He lived apart.