CHAPTER ONE 

 FLIGHT FROM THE CITY 



IN 1920 the Borsodi family my wife, my two small 

 sons, and myself lived in a rented home. We bought 

 our food and clothing and furnishings from retail 

 stores. We were dependent entirely upon my income 

 from a none too certain white-collar job. 



We lived in New York City the metropolis of 

 the country. We had the opportunity to enjoy the 

 incredible variety of foodstuffs which pour into that 

 great city from every corner of the continent; to live 

 in the most luxurious apartments built to house men 

 and women in this country; to use the speedy sub- 

 ways, the smart restaurants, the great office buildings, 

 the libraries, theaters, public schools all the thou- 

 sand and one conveniences which make New York 

 one of the most fantastic creations in the history of 

 man. Yet in the truest sense, we could not enjoy any 

 of them. 



How could we enjoy them when we were finan- 

 cially insecure and never knew when we might be 

 without a job; when we lacked the zest of living 

 which comes from real health and suffered all the 

 minor and sometimes major ailments which come 

 from too much excitement, too much artificial food, 



