•
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 […]
•
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 […]