Sunday, 21 February 2021
February
Hartmut:
I was born on a Tuesday 19 April 1932. My parents were very happy, and my dad was very proud that I was a boy. Then it was still regarded as something special, when the first-born child was a boy. Boys were supposed to carry on the family name and tradition. I was given the names Hartmut Fritz Ernst, the middle names after my father and grandfather as it was tradition in my family.
Mutti was happy too. She had an easy birth. I was born in the Martin-Luther Krankenhaus in Berlin-Schmargendorf. On the day when Mutti was released from hospital, Vati picked her up. He had bought a beautiful grey pram, and it was my first journey across Berlin on a lovely late April spring day. The trees were all in flower, and the air was scented with the perfumes of spring, lilac and apple blossoms, tulips and jasmine. The birds were singing, blackbirds, starlings, sang their joyous songs and tended their nests.
I was pampered and had a great time. Every four hours, Mutti fed me. I grew up on mother’s milk, and was weaned after one year. This was quite unusual then. Bottle-feeding was the vogue.
I do not remember many things from those days. My earliest memory goes back when I might have been just a little over two years old. Mutti was pushing the pram towards home. Siegtraut, my little baby sister was inside the pram, I had a seat on top of the pram from where I could see the world. Why I remember this moment? I do not know.
I also remember, that my parents frequently visited friends, And on these visits, in the evening, when I had become tired, I was put in a bed or in a pram, and I can still hear the distant voices in the room next door. It was such a peaceful atmosphere.
Tuesday, 26 January 2021
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.
Thursday, 17 December 2020
2020
Wednesday, 16 December 2020
December
Soon the children and later the grandchildren made little picture books too. And these were especially funny.
1968: Australia Souvenir
We sent our relatives in Berlin a Vinyl-LP record with all the favourite Australian songs. Our 4 children had to translate and explain the stories behind the songs, pasted and draw pictures so that their cousins would understand better how we live here in Australia.
1971: A Book for PAPI’s Birthday
2003: A Story by the Grandchildren























