Hi Peter, I too have similar memories - waiting under my father’s raincoat, beneath my mother’s arms, for the awful overhead whine to “stop”. My godmother, who was Irish, had such a hatred for Germany, that even years after the war she refused to meet a German girl I befriended who was spending a year at my grammar school. My arguments a…
Hi Peter, I too have similar memories - waiting under my father’s raincoat, beneath my mother’s arms, for the awful overhead whine to “stop”. My godmother, who was Irish, had such a hatred for Germany, that even years after the war she refused to meet a German girl I befriended who was spending a year at my grammar school. My arguments all fell on deaf ears, alas, the closed and bitter mind, yet in many other things she was a wise and kind woman. It is good to be “simply human” but we have also to overcome “fear” when our mind closes in.
Hi Peter, I too have similar memories - waiting under my father’s raincoat, beneath my mother’s arms, for the awful overhead whine to “stop”. My godmother, who was Irish, had such a hatred for Germany, that even years after the war she refused to meet a German girl I befriended who was spending a year at my grammar school. My arguments all fell on deaf ears, alas, the closed and bitter mind, yet in many other things she was a wise and kind woman. It is good to be “simply human” but we have also to overcome “fear” when our mind closes in.