Brachwitz I Remember

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 […]

To my father, the worst thing you could do.. is lie. It was deadly. Sorta makes me think, this need to be totally honest has been passed down to me and my children. We all are honest to a fault.. and even fibs aren’t an option. Bless Theodor Felix Reinert, a 5’3 little guy with […]

I came out of our basement.. during the night.. because bombs were crashing all around us. It scared me so bad I went poop into one of those pots we used. I was told to run and dunp it in our outhouse.. and as I opened the frontdoor.. a neighbor stood there wanting to check […]

Just this tiny bit.. now has me in tears.. I guess all I saw and went thru.. never was worked out.. or even talked abt. Kids were kids who didn’t have to know anything. So.. whatever a child saw.. the child worked things thru, the way a child would. End result, Guilt, Pain.. lots of […]

My earliest horrible pains happened when I was abt 5, and the ” SS ” Nazis came to our door and hauled off my dad to Nazi-hell-jail, because from the pulpit he told his congregation to Nix.. or better ” not vote” for Hitler because he was an insane and evil criminal. Monday morning they […]