Razovsky’s Rescue Efforts Documented

In the mid-1960s, a nearly eighty-year-old woman sat at her desk, fingers clanking away on her well-worn typewriter. The ding of the machine indicated she made it to the end of the line. Checking the freshly stamped ink on the white page, the woman fixed a few grammatical errors. She silently read her opening line: ＂As the native-born child of Immigrant parents, growing up in St. Louis, I probably never thought of the term International nor how I would be concerned with it for the next sixty years of my life.＂ Most women of Cecilia Razovsky’s age would be living their golden years somewhere warm like Florida or surrounded by children and grandchildren baking cookies and knitting sweaters.