That's mom (Sierra) on the right.
These old pictures seem to record some pretty wild partying, but mom says no.
Lots of dancing, singing, she says. But it was all pretty innocent, she insists.
Dad says so too, so there you go.
Mom was quite the dancer. Don't know who this guy is.
Just about everybody smoked.
They did a lot of drinking too. Brewed their own beer.
There wasn't much to do, says my dad. Especially in the remote construction villages where we lived for a while.
Mom with guys and guns. Everybody had a rifle or two.
These people loved to wear crazy hats, at parties anyway.
Dad and a gal named "Gisele."
(She had quite the reputation, evidently.)
Mom and some guy, pointing at dad, who is armed with his Retina, I guess.
Gisele again. Mom laughing.
These two, Hermann and Marianne, are my folks' closest and oldest friends. I've known them all my life.
Upon retirement (maybe fifteen years ago), they moved back to Canada, owing to that country's health care system. They now live in Vancouver (my family lived there in 1959).
As a child, mom lived in the eastern part of Germany—Prussia—but she and her stepmother were forced to flee the Russian invasion, and they ended up far to the west, near Hamburg.
That's when mom met Marianne. The two girls went to school together, were confirmed together. Did everything together.
Meanwhile, Hermann was a huge "footballer," but he was trained in carpentry.
Dad lived far to the south, near Stuttgart.
Dad lived far to the south, near Stuttgart.
They all ended up in Canada. But they really wanted to be in the U.S.A.
Too bad about the health care thing. Really too bad.
Annie and I were in bed, I suppose.
