I had a teary night looking back over family albums. Sadly, so many of my family members are no longer here with me. There are so many stories I wish I’d asked them to recall, to tell me before they were gone.
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What was it like escaping the war? What was the secret recipe for Nana’s famous Black Forrest cake? Dad, why didn’t you speak German to us, to keep our European roots alive? So many questions.
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I am thankful that both my father and grandfather appreciated the craft of many artistic pursuits, one of them being photography. Their photographs remain.
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This is one of my favorites.
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It was a rainy day in December, circa 1972, but I think my parents look like they have sunshine beaming from within. I like to remember them this way.
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