As the old saying goes, GETTING OLD IS NOT FOR SISSIES, and you are not kidding. Just a couple of hours ago Bob told me how hard it is for
As the old saying goes, GETTING OLD IS NOT FOR SISSIES, and you are not kidding. Just a couple of hours ago Bob told me how hard it is for
I am not so sure how and where to begin. It seams like time is repeating itself. Way back 1945 after WW 2 everything was destroyed and people had to
The village where we found Refuge was very small, 900 people excluding the children. We lived in poverty. We all shared 2 rooms; one was the living room and kitchen
My daughter, Edelgard, then 8 years old, was caught by the unbelievable huge storm of fire and hurled directly towards the front in a way that you could no longer
I cried and some women even became hysterical but my children remained calm. We could hardly breath, the air was loaded with dust and smoke. I put a napkin around
It was my Grandmothers Birthday; February the 13th. February is also the last and final month of the Fashing season (Like Mardi Graw) It starts November the 11th at 11AM
It came to my attention that my Brother received a letter from my Mom way back 40 years ago explaining the night Dresden was bombed. He made a copy for
Days, month, and years went by not hearing from my dad personally. We know he was in France working on a farm. We had no idea if the red cross
Indeed it was a long recovery for my sister. Many days and nights we heard her cry with pain. Medicine was scarce, and needed. Her toe ripped off at
Every day was a new challenge, for all of us. More refugees from other destroyed cities became our new neighbors. By then people where a little kinder, I guess we