Happy Christmas

 Merry Christmas to all my good friends here in Blogland. Have a Happy holiday wherever you are, and hope for better days.

Happy lockdown

Here in the picture are seven of my grandmother's nine sisters. One sister is not in the picture and the brother is missing. My grandmother is one of the little girls sitting.

 The photo was taken in Leipzig, Germany. My grandmother was born in 1900 and was probably five or six years old when the picture was taken. My journey through Corona time brought me up with each of the sisters most of whom I knew nothing about.

Each of the sisters has a dramatic and often tragic life story. Their grandchildren and great-grandchildren are scattered in many places in the world. Mostly in the places they came to and lived there.Two of the sisters did not survive the Holocaust and died in Auschwitz.

The grandchildren and great-grandchildren live in Israel, England, Germany, Denmark, South Africa, the United States, Australia and Brazil. One sister emigrated to Norway but had no children.

Oddly enough a large proportion of the grandchildren and great-grandchildren are doctors, psychiatrists and psychologists, artists and painters. My grandmother was a painter.

One of the grandchildren is even an English baron.

I now know the personal story of each sister. Her date of birth and who her children and grandchildren were. We now have contact with a large number of them and it seems that everyone has been happily drawn to this fascinating journey of discovering the roots.

We have a WhatsApp group that connects all the ends of the world, and it gets small all of a sudden especially in the days of the

lockdown.

A moment of courage

I'm trying the new blogger to tell you how in a moment of courage I went shopping with her that she had been so looking forward to.The day after they went into isolation because her brother was near a corona patient.

The situation now

We were supposed to be on the plane to Bulgaria now. A vacation I had planned long ago. They understand the situation and I hope they miss me as much as I miss them.

Flying cat no.2

Apparently the ability to fly is something a cat that lives here should have. There are several ways to get off the roof, but the new cat also chooses to fly. .Edmund the cat looks at her from above, from the cats paradise and smiles to himself.

There are hidden things in the world

The angel in charge of cat affairs in the world sent us a cat that came out of nowhere, ate, looked happy and waited for the next meal.

Sneaky the cat

I found him under my neighbor's car. There were cold and rainy days and  he was looking for a hiding place/ He was not well and did not get far. I don't know how many days he lay there. My neighbor went to London and the car didn't move for a week. Only after she came back I saw that Sneaky is under the car. We buried him next to Edmund the cat. A very sad beginning to 2020.