Three miles north of the Austrian Border on the German side there is a beautiful city of Füssen. |
I met them in Germany
in 1963.
He was from North Carolina and
she had been born in Austria and
raised in Germany.
I loved them to pieces.
His name was Joe and hers Maria.
He spoke pigeon German with a southern accent.
He said cute things like, Kooken Due Spate for
‘see you later‘,
He could fix anything with gummy fudgey
and he called me and Maria Schatzie.
She had been a member of Hitler’s Youth when she was young
and would not give her Hitler relics away
to those American soldiers for bubble gum, nope.
She buried hers.
She knew she had been brainwashed and felt bad about it.
While at youth camp they had gone hungry and
her toes froze.
I wish I could see them again right now.
I would hug their necks and cry,
I love them so much.
If you see them tell them I love them.
Love,
Grammy T.
If you see them tell them I love them.
Love,
Grammy T.