September     

My father took me as a child often with him on his pushbike for a ride. One day we went to the very old part of Berlin. Quite a few painters with their easels were there, painting the quaint street scenes. I was fascinated to watch them paint, some with watercolours, some oils, others with chalk and some used only a pen. I could not decide which I liked best. Papa bought two of these paintings and I own them now. Not long after that day, the bombing of Berlin became severe and most of these beautiful old streets were completely destroyed.