Brachwitz I Remember

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 […]

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 […]