January
Maybe I start like this:
I, Karin, was born on 13th November 1935, in Oels, Silesia, Germany. My parents Heinrich and Charlotte…
Maybe better like this:
13 November 1935. It was raining. A cool, grey Wednesday evening. My parents were on their way to the movies, when my mother felt things were not quite right, better return home. The midwife was called. Just as she arrived I was born. She was concerned that the newborn baby did not cry much, so the competent woman picked me up by my feet, lifted me up upside down, slapped my bottom, and after a strong single cry she put me down. But she expected more and started to repeat the procedure. This distressed my mother and she pleaded to leave me in peace.
One of those early little anecdotes of early childhood. We loved when our parents tell us about our first years. Once Mutti told us that she had overlooked to feed me on time, and a long while after the scheduled time she realised that feeding was long overdue and when she came to get me, I was happily playing with my fingers and smiled at her.
Little stories like this about one’s birth and early years become important memories. As a kid I always thought I had to be tough, and I show them how tough I could be right from the beginning.
2021
Childhood Stories will be my theme this year
Every one has some childhood memories. And some people write their life stories down. I did too, so far only part of it, my childhood. Hartmut, and also his father wrote their whole life story. One of our children used her childhood memories for her artwork.
Every one talks now and then about their memories especially from childhood.
So this year I will use childhood memories for my blog.
