May

Karin 

I remember my grandmother’s 80th birthday very well. Papa and I went to the big family reunion in a far away village near the Baltic Sea. It was 6 April 1942. I was the youngest of all the cousins there and every one spoilt me. Only one of our grandmother’s grandsons was there. All the other older grandsons were now soldiers, fighting in Hitlers World War 2, and Karl has already fallen. 

                          I admired my old grandmother very much. She was still active till she died aged 96.