Our village wasn’t ever bombed.. but Halle, an industrial city sure was. When I arrived there on” Rickety” hungry and tired.. we had spent the night in our basement as usual.. Halle was a huge mess. I passed still burning ruins, saw crying children roaming the streets looking for their parents.. who, for all I […]

I had to ride” Rickety” to Halle to school.. about 7 miles.. in either ice and snow, not the right warm clothes.. Aunt Graete’s size 15 shoes on my little size 4 foot. Ah.. those blisters. On summer days it actually was fun.. I liked it, and during my ride I remember I always talked […]

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 […]

All this technology is way over my very lil’ head. And growing up in Brachwitz would not be of help, because most of the people there understand farming only.. and that includes animals. Nevermind language skills and grammar. What a scary word ” Grammar”. In fact ” High German” and correct grammar was sneered at and […]

Indeed, “Nice and warm” in Brachwitz language would mean literally nice and warm. In California language it would mean ” what do you mean ?” In California.. it’s always ” nice and warm” so one would say maybe:” The usual” !Unless of course you happen to have accidentially picked the wrong road and landed in […]

The extremes of living in Brachwitz versus California is too much for words to express. And this merely is weather and all the obvious.. excluding memories , happenings wtc. It’s a very odd thing to have to say :” I love and miss my homeland.. but would I want to exchange it with California?” There’s […]