This is the street I grew up on in Germany. The brown house on the right is the house I lived in. The 2nd floor window by the corner was the window to the bedroom that me and my three sisters slept in.

The exterior has been completely redone. Not only is the facade a different material and color, but once there was a recessed doorway on the first floor facing the street with two doors; one to the apartments upstairs and one to the store. The two first floor corner windows were one large shop/store window.

Little looks the same. The cherry trees till stands in the yard across the street which is a day care now. All of the businesses were not there when I ran up and down the streets as a child. It was mostly homes except for the corner stores and the bakery down the block. Across from the bakery was a house that had been bombed during the war and had not yet been rebuilt. We were forbidden to go there, but of course, we entered anyway. The plywood barring the doors had come loose and we wedged through the crack.



This is Schnieglinger Strasse Schule (school) were I attended grade school. "Strasse" is not spelled with two S's. It is spelled with a letter not found on our keyboard called an "estzet". I don't know how to type that or even if I can.

I plan on spending a lot of time this week catching up on posts. I am the one who gets caught up in everything else and neglect the lot of you, and then I miss you all terribly.