As we were sorting a mountain of bags and boxes of donations for our Welcome Bags project, an American friend who has lived a long time in Germany sent me this sweet story.
I have tried to remove identification as he requested.
I have tried to remove identification as he requested.
Reminds me of the years 1984 to
1989. When we were going into the DDR [ Deutsche Demokratische Republik or German Democratic Republic or East Germany] 4-5 times a year and as I would go on my
business appt.s I would tell those who I visited [with] about our driving into the DDR
and meeting with various ministers and contacts that welcomed [receiving] clothes item.
So
I would come home with various clothing items and [my wife] would wash or send them to the Dry Cleaners [and do] what needed to be prepared to take [them] in [to the DDR].
Grandmothers waving to their children and grandchildren across the wall |
[My wife] wore out two washing machines during those years.
Looking with longing |
The contact we worked with enabled [my wife] to have access to records in order to set up appointments with the
different churches where the records were.
Neighbors |
I remember our 2 and 1/2 car garage was filled with clothes at one time so we parked the cars outside until all of the clothing items has been prepared to go in[to the DDR] to the families and church ministers that we had contact with.
When I saw the stage full of items
that needed to be sorted it brought back some memories of our smaller piles, although without the bags.
East and West |
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