Jan. 30th, 2009. So, I took an autography writing class and started filling a few blocks of lined yellow paper. It was fun, living in the past again and jotting down every thing I could remember. Whatever I wrote about my years in Bremen, the youngest of four sisters, was so different from what my own children experienced. Times were tough, we had inflation and then recession, then came Hitler and threw his weight around and nobody could escape his new order. Girls and boys had to belong to orga
Published on January 30, 2009 17:06