Since I can’t post pictures of the wedding dress just yet ( 21 more days to go) I decided to give a little more of what I’ve written so far on the story of my darling and I!
Since I only got two comments so far I’m a little leery about posting any more about our story, even giving up continuing so I’m putting myself out on the limb here as any artist, writer, entertainer would.
Please remember that this is strictly rough draft and may not happen at all, who knows!
The continuing story of ‘Darling’ and ‘Sweetheart’ (a true story):
Sweetheart spent the first few years of her life in a country that was just recovering from a horrific world war. Baby bottles were not readily available and other types of glass bottles were substituted. Baby formula was cow’s milk mixed with mashed up oatmeal. It was enough. She grew despite the inconveniences.
Playing with her older brother brought joy. He always looked out for her. Mom and dad said that before sweetheart was born, he would hold his hand out and pretend he was holding his little sister’s hand.
Dad would fix watches for a piece of cheese or meat. There was no money exchange. Milk was acquired from the local farmer. The cream that pooled at the top of the bottle was saved until you had enough to make a pat of butter and that was a very rare treat.
Oma and Opa lived on the other side of the ocean. It must have been hard not to see their young grandchildren as they grew. They sent clothing and food as often as they could; as often as money allowed which was rare. But something would change soon.
Darling played in the streets of the Bronx. There were always children to play with at all times. Everyone got along fairly well. They made up games to play or learned games passed down from the older gang. Games such as box ball, king-queen, Johnny on the pony, ring a leevio, punch ball, red light green light, sculley, spin the top, break the chestnut. This is where imagination was spawned, where their young minds formed into thinkers.
The Black Forest was the playground for Sweetheart. The sounds of nature were what she heard. Birds and insects were her playmates. Big brother also was her constant companion and would engage her in a game of catch with a rubber ball.
The nice thing about playing in the countryside was that there were many berries always available when Sweetheart and big brother needed a snack. Wild strawberries, elderberries, red currents, and gooseberries provided enough energy until it was time to return home.
People were displaced after the war and many people couldn’t return to their homes because they were bombed out, nothing left but rubble.
Sweetheart’s mom and dad knew the tiny apartment they lived in was too small to raise two children in. The pot belly stove provided heat for the one room but it wasn’t enough for the cold winters they experienced. Sometimes the cloth diapers wouldn’t dry thoroughly and were used slightly damp. Clearly this scenario wasn’t good and the tiny family had to move. Dad had enough insight not to move back where his family was, east Germany, which later became a communist country. A very big change would occur. They decided to move across the Atlantic ocean to Oma and Opa’s neighborhood in New York City.
And that’s as far as I got so far. I have to fill in a lot more of course and change wording and such. Like I said…….its a very rough draft!
Please leave any comments, helpful hints, anything!