How was it for me growing up in Germany during and after WW2 ? WW2 ended in 1945 I was eight years old. We lived in Dresden and went through the big bombing of Dresden and lost everything. It was a dramatic experience but the calmness from my mother transferred over to us children.…
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 him to get everything done. The computer should make a lot of things easier for us but face it, is it? The internet is…
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 put there life’s back together again. There was a shortage of about everything. Building material was almost non-existing and the lines to buy food…
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 and the other room was our bedroom. We didn’t have our own room. We didn’t even had our own bed. I had to sleep with…
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 distinguish her legs from her head. She squeezed together like a ball. I jumped towards the fire trying to get her out of it.…
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 the moth of each child. We also had gas masks but we had to throw them away, it was to hot. I do not…
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 and ends in February ! Here is a clip from my mothers writings: SO I ask our Muttel (My spiritual mother) to look over…
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 me and as I read it, I started to remember the things I forgot or maybe wanted to forget. The night before the bombing…
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 was able to contact him to let him know that his family was a alive. The Red Cross knew our whereabouts’s. It was 1950…
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 a very critical point and if it didn’t heal right the doctor would had to cut off more of her foot. My Mom didn’t…