Last Friday was the day when we strolled along the Kurfürstendamm. Since then we’ve been to quite a few other destinations. First of all we had family visiting us for afternoon coffee and cake. I’ll be writing about this some other time.
Sunday was a lovely, balmy, very sunny day as forecast. So we went to see our dear family friends Ingrid and Erhard. During the summer months they often stay in their little summer cottage which is surrounded by a beautiful garden area. They invited us to spend the day with them in their garden with plenty of homegrown cooked food, which was delicious. I’ll blog about this later on.
On Monday Ilse came to see us. We had delicious pizza at a close by Italian Restaurant sitting outside in lovely sunshine. For afternoon coffee and cake we went to baker Thürmann, also close by.
Yesterday, Tuesday, our destination was Bayrischer Platz. Just round the corner is Bozener Strasse, where I grew up. I felt quite nostalgic to see my old stomping ground again. We picked up a few large, shiny, rather big chestnuts from under the huge tree at the end of Bozener Strasse. I remember this tree very well from my childhood!
We had lunch at a baker’s shop close by. Next door was an Italian restaurant where lots of people were sitting outside enjoying the beautiful sunshine. We ordered gelato with fresh cream and soon were sitting outside too with these lovely ice-cream dishes which cost only three Euros each!
It was midday when we heard the freedom bells from the close by Rathaus at John-F-Kennedy-Platz. It was only a short walk for us to this place. In front of the Rathaus was a market. An Indian fellow sold jackets. I bought a warm jacket from him. He told us, he had relatives in Brisbane when we mentioned that we were from Australia.
Another spot from the past beckoned: Stadtpark Schöneberg. This place awakened heaps of memories in us. We took a seat close to the pond where we could watch the ducks. I remembered pictures of me standing close to the duck-pond as a toddler more than seventy-five years ago! I felt so tired by then I actually nodded off a bit sitting with Peter on a bench with the sun shining on us.
The Underground station Rathaus Schöneberg is right next to the duck-pond. So we took the underground to go back home to Hansaplatz. We took heaps of pictures every day. But here now is only a small sample of them:
AuntyUta 
Love each photo. Warm and filled with beautiful smiles from you and your family. And the pumpkin simply say, “Autumn’s here…” Wonderful and exciting images. Thank you my friend.
Thank you. dear IT. I am so thrilled that you like the photos.
It sounds like you have having a lovely time, going back home, revisiting old memories and seeing friends and family. Your post fills me with that wonderful sense of nostalgia for the past, too, but my memories are more for Holland. I’ve only visited Germany once, but I’ll be back again when my daughter and her husband and their two young sons go to live there for several years next year.
Hi Elisabeth, I tried to read some of your blogs. All very interesting. Haven’t got enough time to read more at present. Hubby wants me to go out with him again. What you wrote about your childhood interested me a lot since I am a converted Catholic. I suppose when you grew up things were very different. Your mentioning of someone dying being on his own, so sad!
I have Dutch friends in Australia. Do you live in Holland?
In some ways Berlin feels rather different from what it felt like in the past. So much has changed! But some things are still the same. I feel that change is good. But I also feel I’ve grown away from Berlin. The language is still the same, more or less. If it weren’t for the language I’d feel even more like a foreigner.
Cheerio, Elisabeth! Greetings from Uta
Glad you’re having such a nice time going down memory lane Aunty Uta, and taking us with you. Love the pic of you hugging the bear!
And I kind of went ‘awwwww’ thinking of you nodding off on the bench in the sunshine 🙂
I love your comments, dear Munira. Thank you so much. Uta
I’m enjoying your journey. I love the photos and your description of childhood memories. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Pat, for commenting. Bozener Strasse revives indeed some memories. However the street looks unfamiliar to me in a strange sort of way. I think everyone I used to know there has moved on. I know the buildings from the early 1900s, having escaped major damage during WW II, are the same. Still they look very different to me from the way I remember them. Most of them don’t look as prosperous to me anymore. I don’t know why.