Helmut at ten, two years after the death of our mother. On the right he shows off his high school graduation gown in our home in Santa Clara.
Helmut next to his truck at his home in California a few months before his death in 1981
The three beauties on the Lorelei the day Darold and I were fated to meet on a cruise down the Rhine. Nancy is in foreground, Isolde in center. I am behind Isolde.
On a beach in California when we were young. Annfried, who appears in my story "Into the World," visits from Germany with her husband.
The photo to the right is from the time I helped Darold establish his law office in Santa Clara. The snapshot to the left shows us after we split up and I lived in Tennessee. I had returned for a visit to our California home on the central coast.
Our youngest brother, Reiner, is to the left. He was four years old when our mother died. My brother Karl, visiting from San Francisco, is below with Walter as a toddler. This was at the time that Helmut lived with us in Santa Clara.
The snapshot above shows Darold and me with our two small children and Helmut and our dad. To the left is Thanksgiving with Vati (our dad) and Helmut and Karl in 1968 as described in my story "What Remains with Us."
Above, a picture of Vati (our dad) in Germany with Reiner some months before Reiner's death in 1973
Above is Helmut's son Jason with my son Andy in January 1972, a few months before Helmut took his family to Germany.To the left are Helmut's sons Jason and Kris in Germany with Karl's spouse, Shirley Jean
Above are unknown ancestor women. To the right are the grandparents I never knew celebrating the birth of my mother in 1917. Her brother is two years old. I never knew him, for he was shot in 1945 by a Russian soldier in what the perpetrator called an "unintended" act.
To the right are my mother ("Mutti") and father ("Vati") a few months before her death. Above are all of us in front of the family-run store. Note the automatic cigarette vendor mounted on the outside wall behind Helmut. In this picture Reiner is four, Helmut eight, Karl fifteen. I am seventeen. How tense my hands are; how stiff, my body! Three years earlier, see pictures below, I ran away from home and had my braids cut off as described in "On Takeoff Expect Turbulence"