Dear Myself,
all year ... or something like that.
Yesterday's Boxing Day left a slightly bitter aftertaste.
first, everything went more or less normal. I did not work and therefore have arranged with Stephen in the North West Centre so that we can share our gifts and just have breakfast at McDonald's could. It then went home.
This made it the first and actually only bitter aftertaste. During the trip I somehow thought: exactly seven days, you sat in the bus after Grandpa died.
But the feeling has been put back, when I was at home. It was only funny because it really was a week ago. When I came home
, I'd be ready and post. At this point, thanks to Kira and Keigo: 3
Thanks for the Christmas post.
Today was then the Christmas dinner at my grandmother. Since we did not want it a lot of work, and everything we ate Raqulette brought out the potatoes. The atmosphere was not as depressed as we had thought. My grandmother was after all a long time to put up with the death of my grandfather's collapse or drift apart. He had always said in between times, he no longer wanted to live, because no life would be more.
the contrary. It has rather complain that all knew in their neighborhood already by his death and would tear up the foot, because it is not every day black bear. Since there is almost only old people or the elderly live, that's just for the common for a widow to wear rind. Grandma said she makes more, until the funeral is over and then goes back to their normal things. If they would take the rest of her life now black, they would be even more depressed.
me, the old books and papers given by my grandpa or from his mother. Including his Komunionsbüchlein, their singing and psalm book and a notebook by my great grandmother had, in which she had written poems.
On occasion I will digitize the times and not only scan, but also type out. If i find someone who can decipher the old German handwriting.
just as we got home was back in the mailbox post. Thanks to Cabal. His map was so incredibly sweet and imaginative, that I have now typed too, so that everyone who reads my LJ, you can also enjoy it:
all year ... or something like that.
Yesterday's Boxing Day left a slightly bitter aftertaste.
first, everything went more or less normal. I did not work and therefore have arranged with Stephen in the North West Centre so that we can share our gifts and just have breakfast at McDonald's could. It then went home.
This made it the first and actually only bitter aftertaste. During the trip I somehow thought: exactly seven days, you sat in the bus after Grandpa died.
But the feeling has been put back, when I was at home. It was only funny because it really was a week ago. When I came home
, I'd be ready and post. At this point, thanks to Kira and Keigo: 3
Thanks for the Christmas post.
Today was then the Christmas dinner at my grandmother. Since we did not want it a lot of work, and everything we ate Raqulette brought out the potatoes. The atmosphere was not as depressed as we had thought. My grandmother was after all a long time to put up with the death of my grandfather's collapse or drift apart. He had always said in between times, he no longer wanted to live, because no life would be more.
the contrary. It has rather complain that all knew in their neighborhood already by his death and would tear up the foot, because it is not every day black bear. Since there is almost only old people or the elderly live, that's just for the common for a widow to wear rind. Grandma said she makes more, until the funeral is over and then goes back to their normal things. If they would take the rest of her life now black, they would be even more depressed.
me, the old books and papers given by my grandpa or from his mother. Including his Komunionsbüchlein, their singing and psalm book and a notebook by my great grandmother had, in which she had written poems.
On occasion I will digitize the times and not only scan, but also type out. If i find someone who can decipher the old German handwriting.
just as we got home was back in the mailbox post. Thanks to Cabal. His map was so incredibly sweet and imaginative, that I have now typed too, so that everyone who reads my LJ, you can also enjoy it:
Hohoho,
unfortunately bad news. According to internal reports of the Bundeswehr Christmas falls well into the water (for ever ...). flew When Santa and his sleigh on Afghanistan, the Americans for an enemy attack and held him unceremoniously swept from the sky.
But one is so flexible. Then we stop celebrating New Year's Eve. Is always much better, because no one actually took a perfect excuse to drink that one or other Gla s.
Nevertheless, I wish you a happy yet Christmas and a Happy New Year.
PS: According to reliable sources found your gift in the carriage wreck. Have unfortunately takes a while but wait until my comrades übergeschifft it to Germany. [...]
I found the map so sweet and really original. Afterwards to thank you, Cabal.
all friends and those who want to be there or are just landed here just curiosity, I wish you a merry Christmas.
Love, Me
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