Saturday, June 1, 2019

Prelude To A Love Letter

Back in 1963 Allison and Heidi identical German twins had to head back to Germany, but this time west Germany.  I wrote them a love letter which I mailed in care of my elementary school, but a few weeks later I myself had to moved to a new elementary school and yes, I met new girls there, so like they say there is a lot of fish in the sea.So what did I write into the letter? Before I get into that, first a little history....

It was very foggy and wet in Germany , the visibility was near zero, so Allison,Heidi, their family, and the rest of the east German people saw an opportunely to make their escape going over the Berlin's now slick wall, most made it to west Germany including the German twins and family. 

Fortunately there were no body heat seeker instruments then for the guards to use , but where were the guards? As it turns out most of those guards did not want to live in east Germany either, so up the wall they went, without making any arrests.

The German twins and family made it to Columbus, Ohio in the United States and  the twins wound up in my fifth grade class, where they would  help teach us German. 

After school I had a lot of playtime with the German twins but I had other friends there as well, male and female and everyone of us had pure love and not that bar talk kind. We respected, love and appreciated each other and even in some cases protected each other.

                So what was in the love letter?
    I cannot remember all of it, but here is what I do remember:

                     Liebe, Allison and Heidi, 
As you know  you're leaving for west Germany needless to say that I am going to miss you, two. I am looking out my bedroom window, while writing this letter,looking up at the night sky: They say there are a zillion stars and each star feels like a tear that I am crying...

So since that was the last time we will ever meet, I believe it is safe, now, to tell you both that "Ich liebe euch beide" ( I love you ,both). Yes, I love you both, my dear friends.  

                                                             Love, your dear friend,
                                                                            Stanley
                                                                              (end)
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