advance do I'll start a story that took place recently in our business:
had with me a new customer, old so eighty years, declared for cosmetics.
After a short time we came into the conversation in which they asked me questions about my family - about my children, my mom, my aunts.
I thought it was somehow strange and wanted to divert the conversation, because you have the customers not to reveal too much personal as they told me: * I knew her grandmother - Aunt Trude *
Now I must mention that my grandmother here in a good bourgeois foster family in the! city grew up. We were always told as children, her birth mother she was very young, with 17 Years into the world. She was a maid on the estate of a noble family and even the male offspring of the family had fallen in love with my great-grandmother. From this relationship is to my grandma for a grant. In order to protect the reputation of their
son my grandma was given away so soon after her birth.
your biological mother but has never lost contact with her and added them later, as my grandmother was already 14th or 15 Years old, brought back to himself.
Whether this really the love for the noble son or whether it was true then some strength, which was never mentioned.
My grandmother had to care of her family always very close contact and never a difference between her biological siblings and those made from the foster family.
As a child I could not distinguish who belonged to which family.
This woman, on my cosmetic table, was the daughter of her foster sister, Frieda.
Aunt Frieda ... how well I can still at it ! Remember
aufgerüscht She always came to the garden parties and was otherwise dressed very elegantly.
What struck me about her that were her earrings in teardrop shape, with each of her words, so when she wanted to reaffirm that still dangled back and forth.
why these hot earrings still with me, "Aunt Frieda earrings.
The information about me she had from her sister Helga who lives here in Greifswald.
When the woman told me her life now, because I also noticed that I knew much about her and her siblings, from the stories my grandmother.
She was also the aunt of the packages of coffee, chocolate and tea, came from the West.
Aunt Inge, before the Wall was built in Greifswald moved away, now widowed, and now, six years ago came back because they are here on a visit to her childhood sweetheart and now met with him alive.
I loved it when my grandmother told stories of her life. That was for me the stories of a strange world and yet I could imagine all this, because they told all very detailed.
Now I come to what I really wanted to tell.
to include these same children of Aunt Frieda, except for three rings Further, Helga-mentioned, Georg-in the 70 years he emigrated to South Africa and Hans-Ulrich - writer.
during my childhood and youth, I was always ridiculed and portrayed as a spinner when I told Hans-Ulrich. Even my parents did it from a lie.
lost after the death of my grandmother, the contact with the children of the foster-brothers, each went his own way for themselves.
What I had, those were the memories and the Youth Books by Hans-Ulrich.
Three weeks ago, Tante Inge brought me two books by him:
Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania, the * book * swear words (In collaboration with Günter Fuchs)
* * Happy Rolliday
Why am I telling all this?
Because I can prove it now that I'm not all that up.
Because I am happy that now finally paves contact.
I've already written like a child, my essays would never really end.
My role model was Hans-Ulrich and I'm proud that he has in this regard has always been my role model and is.
Yesterday I received by e-mail contact with him!
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