My 2nd Christmas now off the mainland. With any luck next year will be the final Christmas I spend on American soil. For this year Iβll work, maybe go see a movie and get my fishing gear together to go early next week for a couple of days of fishing and swimming.
Today I am just going to remember that my Oma, all of 18 years old was spending her first year since she was 5 without having the Nazis in power in Germany. She was pregnant with my dad. She had a sister that survived the war, but she lost her brother at Stalingrad. She would turn 19 on January 24, 1946 and my dad was born the next day. He was one of the 250,000 German children who were born with American GIβs for dads at the end of the war. My dad never met his real father. I do kinda wonder what Christmas was like for my Oma in 1945 in her hometown in Eschwege. Iβll think of her today and how much I still miss her 35 years after she passed away from Ovarian cancer. So many good memories with her at Christmas. Iβll call my mom and talk to my niece and nephew to see what Santa brought them as well. Theyβre 6 and 3 so it should be fun to listen to them.