It has been a while since I added anything to my childhood memories. If I had another look at it now to see what I have written some time ago, maybe I would find a few things in there that I do not remember so well anymore now. With time the memories seem to fade somewhat. This is why it is important to write down the things that I do still remember now.
Today I thought about it how blessed I am that I have a number of great-grandchildren. Yes, there are five of them now. Grandson Tristan has two girls, grandson Ryan has two boys, and granddaughter Roxanne has one boy. The two girls are nine and ten years. The boys are five and three years, whereas Roxy’s little Carter is now 10 and 1/2 months.
Since all of us do not live very close together, I cannot see the family on a daily or weekly basis. Even a regular monthly meeting is usually not on the cards for Peter and me. After all we are both in our eighties. Still, I am very happy that Peter can still drive enabling us to participate in special family celebrations. A few times a year our extended Family does come to visit us. I am always thrilled when a lot of visitors turn up at our place!
Everyone tells us that it is great that our family keeps in contact for birthdays, and at Christmas time and Easter. I do appreciate this very much and am very grateful for it. It is very rewarding to see the growing up of great-grandchildren. Watching them at their different stages kind of reminds me of my own childhood.
I often ask myself: What was I like at such and such an age? I still do have vivid memories about some events and some family members from the time when I was about three or four. So would my great-grandchildren perhaps remember people and events from the here and now when they are in their eighties?
When I go back to the time when I was about three or four, Cordula often comes to mind who was just eight months younger than I was. We could see each other quite often. Actually, I think she was a bit like a sister to me. When her Mum took Cordula for an outing. I was often allowed to go with them. I have such good memories about these walks! I cannot recall that my Mum ever asked Cordula to come along with us when my Mum took me for an outing somewhere. I think occasionally Cordula would come to the apartment where I lived to play with me. But usually I would go for visits to where Cordula lived just two floors further up on the fifth floor.
To me – even as a child – these five story high Berlin apartment buildings were just perfect as a place to live in. When we moved to a desolate country area because of ever increasing bomb raids on Berlin, I missed Berlin very much.
Last year when we went for a visit to Berlin, we stayed in an area where all the buildings were five stories high. All of them were beautifully restored and maintained. “Wie im tiefsten Frieden” – like there was absolute peace. This is what we used to tell us during the war when anything seemed like it was before the war started. These buildings I am referring to were last year well over 100 years old!