I can’t wait to talk about my good memories, yes.. I have those.They are not just about my freckles which I had lots of.. but about some human kindness that made them special.. language differences and difficulties had to do with my freckles becoming a very beautiful thing. How come? Because that’s what “Boo-Boo ” […]

Tante Hanni.. there you are, finally ! Your packages were the Best. There even was chocolate in them.. real real chocolate. We once got our hands on a piece of this silver paper chooclate is packaged in.. and we handed it in class from person to person. The uuuhs and ahhhhs could be heard outside […]

Aunt Hanni was the other angel with no wings who helped save our lives. Because without food.. well you know, you die. Mom would sit at the table crying and saying: “Sorry kids, there’s no food..” This was no shock for us , it was totally normal. I once ran into the fields to find […]

The other angel with no wings was aunt Hanni. She was blessed enough to have landed in the American sector of Germany.. while we were under Communism, speak: under Russian rule. This meant.. more suffering and more hunger. During the end of WW2 the Big One as Archie Bunker would later call it.. The American […]

Thus.. haha actually I can use all real names right? When dad died, things changed for the worse, mainly because mom sorta ” checked out” mentally speaking.. she seemed to not really care much about anything. Not even us kids. Everyone.. all adults, aunts, uncles, friends and neighbors would ask mom” how she feels” and […]

I have to interject something important here, it’s about my ” best friend !” On my bike rides to school I always talked to God. I would look up into the skies and here he was, in my minds eye.. huge with an outstretched arm a friendly smile, encouraging me to go ahead and talk […]