My American Dream: A Journey from Fascism to Freedom

On August 4, 1940, the Seattle Times featured a photo of a toddler sitting on a dock, surrounded by suitcases and looking dazed. After a harrowing journey with her parents, she’d just stepped off a boat and into her new life in America. Barbara Sommer Feigin was that little girl.

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Over seventy years later, Feigin made a stunning discovery: her Jewish father had kept a detailed journal that chronicled their family’s escape from Nazi Germany. Her parents had never spoken of it, and she remembered nothing of their terrifying, death-defying passage three-quarters of the way around the world—from Berlin to Seattle by way of Lithuania, Russia, China, Korea, and Japan before crossing the Pacific.

My American Dream is a memoir of resilience, grit, and grace that starts with the entire text of Feigin’s father’s journal, relating in his own words the terrifying details of the family’s escape. Feigin goes on to weave together three intertwining narratives of her own life. She tells of being a young, German-speaking refugee living in a small Washington town and yearning to become an “authentic” American. She details how she became a trailblazing executive in the advertising business in New York City—a completely male-dominated business in the 1960s—rising from the ranks and ultimately securing a seat in the executive boardroom. A devoted wife and mom of three sons (including one set of twins), she spent twenty-five years as a caregiver for her husband, who suffered two serious strokes, and remained fiercely committed to building strong family bonds during turbulent times.

Despite overwhelming odds, her parents’ grueling journey to America has fueled Feigin’s lifelong resolve to dream big, work hard, and never quit. My American Dream is an inspiring tale of love, dedication, and how uncovering the past and preserving history can inform your identity.

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An Excerpt from the Introduction

One morning in 2013, when I’m in my office in New York City, my phone rings. It’s my sister, Carolyn, calling from Annapolis, Maryland, where she and her family have lived for many years. Carolyn and I speak regularly to post each other on family happenings, and I’m expecting this call to be a routine catch-up call. But it’s not; this call is different.

Carolyn tells me she has amazing news for me. She says she’s found a detailed journal among my late father’s papers, one he wrote before and during the terrifying escape our family—my Jewish father, my mother, and I, at two-and-a-half years old—made in 1940, at the onset of World War II, from Nazi Germany to Yokohama, Japan, and then across the Pacific Ocean to Seattle and finally to Chehalis, a small farming and logging town in southwest Washington State, where we settled.

I am dumbfounded—shocked, to learn this journal exists. Of course I’ve always known that our family made this escape, but not a single detail beyond that. I remember nothing, and my parents never spoke of it. For me, though I was born on November 16, 1937, in Berlin, it was as if our family’s life began when we arrived in America. For years I’ve talked with Carolyn about having a gaping hole in our history. And now at long last, when I’m seventy-five years old, I’ll be able to fill that hole.

Pages from my father’s journal