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This is the story I have heard about my great, grandparents.
Isreal Goldstone and his young wife lived in Poland where Isreal had been conscripted into the Polish army. His young wife brought him Kosher food onto the military base three times a day. One evening she brought wine and pretended to drink it with the guards at the gate. She smuggled her husband off base. They dressed as peasant girls carrying a picnic basket with the few belongings that they would keep. Then, they started walking through the countryside and out of Poland. Eventually, they worked their way to Manchester, England where their two oldest children were born. Isreal worked as a baker in Manchester England. Later they emmigrated to the US through Ellis Island. Some of their siblings ended up with the name Gladstone and some with the name Goldstone. They lived in New York in the winter and had a bakery there. In the summer, they would move up to St John's, Newfoundland to their summer home. Some of the later children were born in New York and in St John's.