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. Read the rest of this entry »

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. Read the rest of this entry »

Returning to the farm in Canaan for the summer after graduation from college in June 1956 was not my preferred choice. Read the rest of this entry »

St. Paul’s School was quite difficult at first because of the language adjustment. Read the rest of this entry »

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). Read the rest of this entry »

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. Read the rest of this entry »

One of my great regrets is that I never asked Mama to tell her story of how, or even exactly when, she came to Germany, fell in love with my father, and decided to stay for what would turn out to be more than fifteen years, including the entire Second World War. Read the rest of this entry »