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Our son-in-law was stationed in Garmisch-Parkenkirchen, Germany in the Bavarian Alps that was beautiful here is a picture of it. Our stay in Germany was both good and not so good. We enjoyed being there for the birth of our grandson and seeing places of beauty we would not have ever been exposed to. This is a picture of Garmisch taken from our path to town we walked quite a bit and you can see the Zugspitz Mountain when it was clear, it’s a breath-taking site. He had several tours there and we were blessed to visit them on their first tour. Both of their children were born in Garmisch-Parkenkirchen.

The people love flowers and dressed up their houses like this one, up down the streets we never sa like this in our journey in Germany but Bavaria. Their houses were built on like postage stamps lots
compared to ours in the states and they used up every inch with a vegetable garden in the back and flowers in
the front. They enjoyed the color when they could because winter is long and cold with lots of snow. Not much color but white and dirty white from the traffic of street cleaning equipment.

We loved riding the trains in Germany and one day when we where going to a Volks March (like our 5-K walk) in a nearby town we rode the train there and the train stopped before our destination and the conductor came through and shouted off off. Before we new it we were stranded in a town we never heard of and C spoke very little German, just enough to get by and the people around us spoke no English. There were people in the train station that we asked for directions to no avail and then I yelled, “does anyone speak English and one man said he did. We explained our situation about the train dumping us because it didn’t go any further and we were trying to get to the Volks March in the area. Lots of Germans walk in these and he knew where we were going and helped us get the right train.
The people had cows and sheep that man would walk them out of town leading them up to the mountain to graze in the morning and then at the end of the day he would bring them back down and the lead animal always had a bell that all the cows and sheep would follow the leader. At that time traffic took a halt and as they approached the different houses the animals would peel off and go to where they belonged. It was fascinating to see.

We did a lot of train traveling to take part in the marches. C had a German hat that he would put the pins on that you were given when you completed the march. It usually took 2 or 3 hours for each march over hill and dale in the beautiful countryside. I still have his hat and will try to find a picture of him in it and us wearing our knee socks and knickers.

One of the customs we did enjoy was their 4 pm tea and pastries time in the bakari (bakery) shops. Some times at the marches at a halfway point they would have a place to stop so one can use the water closet (toilet) and buy a beer if you wanted one. You needed a Pfennig’s to use the water closet. The coin was little smaller than a penny in looks and we always made sure to have one for such stops when we were out.

They do not scrimp when serving beer. The first time C ordered a beer they brought a glass that I’m sure was a liter. With both of us sipping it we never could finish one. The one thing I thoroughly enjoyed was their large soft pretzel they would serve warm. I still like pretzels better than chips.
The Germans eat a lot of bratwurst and cabbage and their potato soup is delicious. They also use a lot of apples, veal and pork and I must say there wasn’t anything we didn’t like of all the food we tasted.

We also liked how the Germans treated their dogs that were welcomed in the restaurants with their masters. All the animals were well behaved and usually were large and alert. In one place we ate lunch the table next to us had a large black dog sitting under the table at his masters feet. We didn’t even know he was there until his master gave him some food off his plate. This dog ignored us and we were so close to his tail that was in the aisle next to us we could have stepped on it. When we were through eating we asked to pet the dog and the man gave a command to his dog and the animal moved closer to us and allowed us to touch him. We were certainly were impressed because the dog just scooted over without standing up. Also you never saw dog messes in the streets and walks. People picked up after their dogs.

Now the part of the visit that was not so good; one morning my daughter and I heard a loud thump from upstairs. We were in the kitchen just talking having our tea. I ran upstairs to see C flaked out on the floor sort of coming to his senses. He said he passed out and hit his head on the dresser. I helped him get dressed and took him to the military infirmary and he determined C had a mild heart attack. He suggested we go to the German hospital for a particular series of tests the military didn’t have the equipment to do. While in the German hospital C made himself known with the other retired military that were patients at the same time. C was about to be let out of the hospital when the doctor and an orderly came in on routine rounds. The
orderly had a beverage in his hand, and when the doctor asked C if there was anything he wanted and he said yah and pointing to the beverage. The doctor put in his request and before he left he had a beer he was enjoying a nice cold beer.

Well after a few months C felt fine and decided to come back to the states and check himself in at Bethesda Naval Hospital in Maryland. I stayed with my, the parents of 2nd daughter’ husband who lived in he area. They were very nice to me taking me back and forth to the hospital while C was a patient.

They couldn’t find anything that indicated he had a heart attack. When a doctor indicated they wanted to do invasive surgery C called a halt to that and said no. The head of that department came into his room to talked to him and said he didn’t blame him for saying no because if it were him he also would say no. He was cutting his career short because being a doctor in the military wasn’t what he wanted to do anymore.

We found out then they just wanted to make up their surgery quota. We enjoyed our stay in Germany and would do it again if the kids needed us. This is a good place to say to be continued, and until then I am Immigrant Daughter.

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I am going to bring you stories of our immediate family. We have three children, one of which switched from loving God to becoming a lost soul. It hurts for a mother to see this happen but realizes it hurts our Savior more. One who has turned his back from right and doing wrong without a repentant heart is truly lost.

As I mentioned before I was the youngest and the first to give my dad his first grandchild that was given his name and C’ name that I will refer to as CT. As best as I can figure my dad was in his late 60’. He was truly a proud grandfather that was sort of afraid to hold him but it didn’t take long to get over that. CT had colic and cried quite a bit. The mid wife nurse that had the nursing home next door called me over and said leave the baby there and go home and get some sleep. She could hear all his crying and couldn’t stand it.

She switched my son from breast milk to a bottle using canned milk because he was hungry all the time. She said all my nursing was of no help because my milk was not nutritious enough. I was blessed to have her next door to tell me the things I needed to know about the baby. Not having a mom to tell me these things had me handicapped.

I had to learn many things by trial and error and I am sure I looked haggard from loss of sleep. Being just 20 years old allowed me to bounce back, and it’s a good thing because 11 months later our daughter KL arrived. Then three years after that 2nd daughter KA arrived with complications for me. In the last month of my pregnancy they discovered diabetics and was put in the hospital until delivery.

My 2nd sister took care of the kids for a month while I was in the hospital with a new baby learning how to give myself insulin injections. Back then they did not have the long lasting refined insulin as they do now and I had a rough time trying to get a good level from high to low. My oldest sister having it was not a very good example because she did not follow the rules and had many low blood sugar incidents. But then on the other hand my father developed diabetics and was a much better example. I need to tell you some of what I learned from my dad was: I was in charge of what I ate and drank and no one else. This disease will never, never go away so I had better learn to live with it.

I have lived with this for 56 years and while in the hospital last September with this hip replacement they were over medicating me with insulin and after listening to me complain and refusing injections the doctor threw up his hand and told the medication nurse to let me treat myself on when and how much insulin I would take. And before I was released from the hospital some of the nurses told me the doctor was impressed at how I was doing with my method. When diagnosed I was almost 24 years old and weighed about 122 pounds and in all those years I had stayed under 145 pounds. The nurses in the hospital encouraged me to write a book and I said no way each patient has to learn their own body and how it responds to their way of eating, living and exercise. The only thing I can tell a diabetic is stay regimented eating three meals a day and approximately the same time. If I miss a meal or eating late, believe me I am in trouble. I really miss C who just had to look at me and would say go eat something or just give me


a glass of orange juice and make me drink it because he use to tell me I sure could argue when my sugar was too low. Living by myself is scary sometimes. Lord does alert me especially in the middle of the night He will wake me and instills a thought in me to get up and check my blood and sure enough I need to eat. God is so good to me.

My girls worry about me being by myself since I moved down here in the country in Arkansas. I tell them I am not alone my Lord is with me all the time. My DIL calls me every morning to make sure I am awake and stops in the evening after work. I am so blessed having her and her dogs Chili and Scout that she wants me here.

I had dabbled in oil painting many years ago because C encouraged me to find a hobby. This is my first picture after a few lessons at the art center. I learned how to knit and made a turtleneck sweater without a pattern my waitress taught me, for my first project. I think my daughter still has it. It was red and white and I thought it looked nice. But that just wasn’t my thing.

Then I tried collecting Postage Stamps. I bought three very old stamp books albums from a girl that worked in the insurance office where I was the mangers’ secretary. She had received them from a family member and didn’t want them. The albums contained quite a few of early American U.S. stamps in them. After reading and learning more about saving stamps I found out the stamps I had in the albums I purchased for next to nothing were worth some money. The American Philatelic Foundation that offers quite a bit of free information about stamp collecting. I was fascinated and bought everything I needed. At one time I was offered several hundred dollars for one of the albums and refused.
Our daughters’ husband was in the U.S. Army and stationed in Germany. They were expecting their first child and invited us to come and stay with them. We were retired and it sounded great because it was opened ended. We could stay as long as they wanted us to. C wanted to go because he felt his ancestors were part German. C being retired from the military made it easy for us to travel at a reduced fare.

We packed up all our belongings and put them in a commercial storage facility. We packed a large trunk for shipping and a large suitcase with clothes for each of us to use while traveling until the trunks arrived at our destination.






They informed us to bring winter clothing because even their summers are not as warm as we were use to and would probably wear them year round. Fortunately we still had our winter coats, C a leather sheepskin and I had my sheared beaver and it’s a thing because it really was cold in Germany. The only thing we had to buy, were warm boots.

I see I am nearing the end and have so much more to say about our living in Germany for a while that I better wait until next time. Until then I am Immigrant Daughter.