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My Mothers Biography (from her diary)
MY MOTHER’S BIOGRAPHY (from her diary) (updated 11-Aug-25) Starting after her Wedding in 1934 We had a nice reception after our wedding and enjoyed visiting with our guests at the Baptist Church in Dresden. After several hours, we drove to my husband’s Hometown, Freital. Freital is a small town about…
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Old Woman by The Sea
An old woman sitting by the sea, what does she see ? Her hair is not gray but white as snow where will she go. The years are gone her job is done but it wasn’t all fun. She tried her best it’s time to rest, do you know? Her…
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Growing up in Germany during WW2
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…
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The Weathered Witness: A Painter’s Journey
The Weathered Witness: A Painter’s Journey First Light The morning dew still clung to the tall grass as I made my way across the meadow, my easel and canvas bag slung over my shoulder. The weight felt right—a familiar burden I’d carried to countless locations over the years. But something…
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At the beginning of WW2
Als wir nach unserer Trauung in der Baptisten Gemeinde noch einige stunden zusammen waren fuhren wir dann in meines Mannes Heimat-Freital. Nach einem Jahr schenkte uns der Herr unser erstes Töchterchen, zwei Jahre später kam unser zweites Töchterchen auf de Welt. Mein Mann bekam damals ein Angebot von einem Arzt,…
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Getting Old(er)
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…
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Reflection
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…
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Journey through the Years after my Dad’s Return
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…
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