When your grandfather tells you a story, do you ever interrupt him to
ask: "But is it all true?" And doesn't he often answer: "I don't know,"
or "I don't know when it's really true, and when it begins to be like a
story book." And so, when you read through my little book—if you do read
right through it to the very last page—you may wonder whether all my
history stories really happened.
Yes—and no! I do know that cross old Peter Stuyvesant of New Amsterdam
hated our people, but I never found any record of the Jewish boy who
wanted to play with the governor's niece, pretty Katrina. The histories
tell us how gallant young Franks became the friend of George Washington,
but none of them mention that the Jewish soldier saved a Tory from the
angry mob.
You understand now, don't you? So I'm going to turn the page right away
that you may read for yourselves of the three Jews who whispered together
on the deck of the "Santa Maria," as Columbus and his crew crossed the
Sea of Darkness in search of a New Land.