Sunday, April 4, 2021

The things I could write

My dad has written more than twenty books and I am unable to write even a few lines in a post. I used to be a member of a writing group that some of the members of it have become well-known writers here. That was more than thirty years ago. The writer David Grossman told me then that of all the members of the group I write the best and I should continue. From that time I stopped writing for some reason. Blogging is supposed to be something fun and I can not bring myself to do so. And here are some chapter headings for the posts I could write - the old letters in Yiddish that my grandmother's missing sisters wrote before their villages disappeared in Poland. The preparations for Seder night at my daughter's, the ancient coins she finds near the house. All this in the meantime in pictures.



 

Saturday, February 13, 2021

 I removed the new post because I acted a little against my principle of not posting the pictures with the faces of my grandchildren. I just wanted to tell about the strange way they have been learning for almost a year. But there's nothing special about it, that's what everyone in the world does now. I know the post stays on the list of posts for a while so the first ones can still see the pictures. Happy weekend everyone.

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Happy Christmas

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

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

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.

Saturday, August 1, 2020

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.

Sunday, April 12, 2020

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.

Friday, February 7, 2020

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.