I met Steffi Heuss in February 1965 at a party thrown by one of the younger members of the Bismarck family studying in Berlin, to which I was invited through my Baltic connections.

In late April 1962 Tempy welcomed me back to Heidelberg sporting a beard – one that soon came off when he realized I had not followed through on my own resolution to grow a beard after New Orleans.

The year-and-a-half that I spent in America between September 1960 and April 1962, when I again departed for Germany, this time for more than five years, marked in retrospect my last attempt to pursue a half-way normal career path.

In Los Angeles I rented a house with three other young men at 1109 Longwood Avenue and set about establishing a small business office for Baldridge Reading Services (BRS) in a spanking new office building on Wilshire Boulevard.

Returning to the farm in Canaan for the summer after graduation from college in June 1956 was not my preferred choice.

St. Paul’s School was quite difficult at first because of the language adjustment.

The first American relative who showed up at the Elmhof after the war (and the only one I can remember, although there were others) was Mama’s first cousin, Army Captain Grenville Emmet (1909-1989).

The start of the war forced us to return to Europe via neutral Italy where Papa met us in Trieste and we returned to Berlin by train.