Being born in Molvania I always knew I had some quirky genes. That said, my children and I always give respect to my father, who has one of the biggest grave markers in Sequim. As I approach my twilight years I look upon finishing some uncompleted projects. Being able to pass on my genealogy to my daughters is important to me and was a project I had given up on after decades of no return.
That said, will my daughters even care?
Twenty years ago I had begun this project as well as a recipe site of my mother's cooking. None of them bothered to copy them down. Now they want em. They live in L.A., a place I would not like to be potted in, much less die, and I remember a discussion when they were still living with me.
My youngest daughter Naomi had asked me what I wanted done with my body after I was dead. She was about ten or eleven and just learning about actuarial statistics. She was concerned ... but I suspected she was lusting after my nursery. I looked at the two and Shelby began listing the choices. Nah. not for me. I decided that I wanted to be freeze dried and kept in some nice place in one of their homes. My very eldest is a clean freak and I was hoping for that adoption.
At that point, Shelby, the middle one was simply too grossed out and left the conversation (and the room.) Naomi, just looked at me and replied - I think I could deal with that. I was very surprised.
Then she added,"Can I rent you out for Halloween?
She was going to pimp me out! This is the same kid, who would go into a field with a dead cow and vultures to collect their feathers. She also was curious about how they got inside the carcass. As is often said, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
My own church of enlightenment begins here.
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My mother was Erna Senft. Erna was born in Breslau in 1922. Erna’s mother was Martha Senft nee Krause, born 1897 in Breslau. Erna’s father served in WW1 and worked as a waiter afterwards. Erna’s brothers were Berthold, Paul and Fritz Senft. One was a Carpenter, one a Baker and one a Tanner. After their mother’s death they lived in a Catholic orphanage. All 3 brothers were German soldiers. Brother Paul was confirmed dead during WW2. Berthold confirmed MIA during WW2. But, despite her lifelong search, she was never heard from nor was able to know what became of Fritz.
Do you have any suggestions as to how I could continue to get information about them.
I have to admit that I have never liked German food. But my Wife is going to prepare one of the recipes from your site. Just in my mother’s memory.
Also, for now I would like to keep this post PRIVATE.
Thanks, Paul Proia