Looking back, there have been so many people who
have come and gone in my life. Starting with my grandpas who both died before I
was born. I was only two and a half when
my mom’s mom died, so I don’t remember her either. The only pictures in my head
of my mom’s parents are from the old home movies which Dad took at every
holiday through the fifties and sixties.
Even though I was old enough that I should have
some memory of her, I really don’t remember much of my dad’s mom. Again, I
mostly see her in the grainy home movies, her hand to her face, trying to hide
from the camera. She had been born in Germany in 1888 and had traveled to this country alone with her four youngest children. She buried her first husband in
1929 and her second one in 1934. It makes me very sad to think that there is no
one alive who can tell me about either of these men. I haven’t gleaned much
about them from the internet, but when I have time, I will hunt some more.
Grandma had a hard life, there is no denying that.
She was a tough old kraut though, and it sounds like she could be bullheaded
and ornery. My mom still has her passport from when she immigrated to the
United States in 1924. I gotta tell you, I resemble that picture an awful lot.
I think I inherited more than just my looks from her.
Grandma in 1955.
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