last week about my dad. For those who have read through my blog posts you may remember me mentioning briefly that my dad was adopted from Germany within a few years of the end of WWII.
Well, I have some friends that live in Germany that were willing to see if they could dig up any information for me. I was just looking for anyone who had maybe remembered my dad from the years he spent in the foster home. I had the name of his foster family and where they had lived at the time they cared for my dad. After a year, almost to the day, my friends received a phone call from a lady that remembered my dad!!! I am so excited. I just wrote a letter to her and my “German Daughter” (she was our German exchange student and has since been back to visit with us) is going to translate it into German! I can’t wait to send this letter to her and tons of photos of my dad!
Agnes, the lady that remembers my dad was a foster child in the same home. She was 10 years older
than him….I hope to follow up with more info soon.