Going On

Dad was the pastor of 3 villages, Brachwitz, Gimritz and Schwerz. Some Sundays he would put me on his bike and take me to Gimritz with him. It was heavenly for me to have dad’s undivided attention.. and I was an angel and there was no reason for him to beat my behind. People in Gimritz were real nice people, it only was 3 miles from Brachwitz, but like a world apart.. come to the inhabitants.

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