A few contemporary pics ought to be added this collection. Let's see now . . .
In the home I built in 2015 on my former wheat farm near Wheatland. WY. Though leading a solitary existence I love it here.
Below is the high tunnel constructed on my property in November 2018, to be used for growing flowers, herbs, etc., that won't thrive outdoors in Wyoming's harsh winds. I look forward to producing veggies next spring.
Below: playing guitar decades after I was one of the three young women to the above right, visiting the famous promontory overlooking the Rhine and, to the immediate right, with my friend Annfried and her husband, who visited Darold and me in the seventies. Annfried died tragically at age fifty of a heart condition no one suspected.
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Grandson AJ snoozing with puppy Lola, now a grown yellow lab.
The entry to my newly-built home on my defunct wheat farm. I moved in at the end of October 2015.
In the backyard of my former Cheyenne home June 2015. Abby has come to live with me
Granddaughter Amanda in my garage when she was about seven years old. She and her parents now reside in Texas.
With Grandsons Colton and Brett in California in 2012. All three of my adult children grew up in California. The oldest left for Wyoming but the middle and youngest reside in the state of their birth.
Helmut at ten, two years after the death of our mother.
Our youngest brother, Reiner, was four years old when our mother died.
The one and only time of Vati, our dad, visiting. Thanksgiving with Vati, Helmut and Karl in 1968.
Helmut next to his truck at his home in California a few months before his death in 1981. Helmut, like our youngest brother Reiner, took his own life.
Helmut's sons Jason and Kris in Germany with Karl's spouse, Shirley Jean
The grandparents I never knew, celebrating the birth of my mother in 1917. Her brotherKarl is two years old. He did not survive the Soviet occupation of 1945.
Below are the hunters who stayed at my home on the Wyoming prairie in October 2018. Two are my sons; one is my grandson. To others are men my sons and I have known since our ays in California when they were in second grade.
The three beauties on the Lorelei the day Darold and I were fated to meet on a cruise down the Rhine, circa 1962. 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 "To the Amsterdam Pier," 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.
Helmut in his high school graduation gown in our home in Santa Clara, circa 1970.
My brother Karl, visiting from San Francisco, 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, Helmut and Vati.
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.
These are unknown ancestor women from my mother's side of the family.
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!
I was fourteen when I ran away from home and had my braids cut off, as described in "On Takeoff Expect Turbulence"