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Remembering Christmas

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My Christmas Memories

When I was a child in Germany

we celebrated Christmas in the evening 24th December.

Dad would get a real tree in the morning and we were allowed to help

decorating it with our handmade decorations

like paperchains, straw stars and lanterns etc.

We made candle holders out of walnut shells.

Then we were sent out the room for a while.

We had to listen for a little bell.

Once we heard the bell we went into the room with anticipation.

The tree was lit (with real candles) presents under or next to the tree.

We did not open presents then.

Mum sat at the piano and played Christmas carols, we sang to it.

Then us children played Christmas carols on the recorder with my mum.

It was a wonderful happy, warm and peaceful feeling.

Then a record was put on with the Christmas story and a choir singing carols,

only then we started to open presents.

Everyone was happy, Dad watching the tree carefully with the candles.

We loved to blow them all out.

After all this Mum served a lovely small dinner with filled Vol-au vents,

and home baked Christmas cookies.

We spent a happy family evening together.

Always a magical Christmas for us, a special time,

and I remember it fondly filled with so much love.

 

Christmas tree 1969

Christmas Tree 1983

Father’s Day

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Today is Father’s Day and it is the first time I do not send a card, but send my love to heaven.

Thinking about my father makes me smile, happy and sad at the same time.

I do miss him a lot.

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Dear Dad,

I have lots of wonderful memories and specially today I am reminded of some.

Do you remember me playing the piano, right next to you with lots of mistakes and you never said anything. You were the most patient man in the universe.

Our Saturday morning routine of buying the paper and stopping at the best coffee shop in town for tea with lemon. I loved those treats and we had such wonderful conversations, dad to daughter, daughter to dad.

Remember when you gave me a puff of your cigarette in the car while waiting for my mum to come out of the shop. I felt so sick, I never touched cigarettes in my life again. What a clever parenting trick that was. I was glad that you stopped it soon after that too.

When I was a toddler, we posed for a photo in Italy, you holding me at the rim of a beautiful well. I was so scared that I would fall into the well, but you hold me tight and I felt safe.

You always had to look at me twirling round in front of you after I bought new clothes. You always said it looks lovely. You were the first man I wanted to marry….

Remember those evenings when I asked you to help with my physics homework. You always explained it to me 3 times if necessary, and by the morning I had forgotten it again. Sorry.

Thank you for always taking us daughters to wonderful places in the holidays, we had much to do and see. I always enjoyed our family holidays.

For the best dad in the world, my dad, Happy Father’s Day, you know I love you so much! love 2

Nostalgia

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I was back home in Germany for a weekend and enjoyed a peaceful quiet time with my mum.

I wanted to share her beautiful garden, now in spring!

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Going home does feel like going back in time.

There are some old picture in the house from my grandad.

This is him on the right with his brother before the first world war.

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Below is a painted picture, painted by a war time painter friend of him – as I remember him.

Always a bow tie and his wooden stick.

He lost his leg in the first world war on his 21st birthday. I have read his war diary, an amazing read.

I used to sit on his wooden leg and it was very slippy, I enjoyed that very much, so did he.

I called him “Opa”. He died when I was 9.

I don’t remember that much but I have these lovely memories of him playing with me on his lap and underneath his office desk.

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I love that picture in our frontroom, I loved him.

It is wonderful to think of happy times from the past,

the people we loved,

and that we made them happy then.

Nothing changed, he is still loved and I still hope to make people happy!

Wishing you a wonderful Sunday!