Two days ago I was contacted by another passenger who crossed the angry North Atlantic with me and my family on the USS General Ballou in April 1952. He was 15 and I was almost nine. He is the fifth (or thereabouts) fellow passenger who has contacted me so far. It will be fun to compare notes. Shown here are my the front and back of my Alien Registration Card.
PS. He bought a book!
I had the honor of telling my story at Logan Elm Baptist Church on the night of their Thanksgiving dinner. What an appropriate time to tell the story of a refugee family who was blessed to come to America!
Last Wednesday, October 5th, I spoke at the Wyngate Senior Facility in Circleville, Ohio. All of the residents were old enough to remember WWII from their youth.
On Saturday I stopped by to talk with Lloyd Koch, a resident at Wyngate. Lloyd and I enjoyed the warm temperature, sunshine, and talked about the book. He also talked about his rural upbringing and his time working at DuPont. Lloyd used to raise pigs when he was young. He was amazed by the size of Wunzu, the pig my brother milked. He had never seen such a huge pig!
Update: Participating in the Ohio Author Panel last night at the Pickaway County Library was interesting. The works and experiences of the other authors were quite different from mine.
The program was introduced by Michelle Callahan, librarian, and sponsored by Keystone Books & Gifts.
If you want to know about the life of an author or learn more about the process of writing, will host an authors panel tonight (September 12, 2017) from 7 p.m. until 8:30 p.m. at the the Pickaway County Library, located at 1160 N. Court St., Circleville, Ohio.
Various authors from around Ohio – including yours truly – will answer questions on all aspects of writing — from the beginning of an idea to writing the book, and the life-changing experience of being published.
The event is free and open to the public, and will include book sales and signing! Hope to see you there!
This past Saturday downtown Circleville hosted an “Author Alley”, where local authors set up stands to meet people and sell their books. The day went well for the authors in the alley. I was pleased to sell several books!
Happiness: a great book, a German pastry, and meeting with new connections!
This photo was kindly submitted by Leo Wagner, who was on the voyage with his wife Ann and daughter Heidi.
Two days ago I was contacted by Heidi Wagner, a fellow passenger who crossed the Atlantic on the same ship with me and my family!
It was a joy to talk to her. We shared our respective histories, immigrant experiences, and love for our adopted country. She is doing research for her 92 year old father in hopes of locating the family of a dear friend of his with whom he had lost contact after arriving in the USA in 1952.
All immigrant refugee families on the ship received a post card with the picture of the USS General Ballou (also referred to as MS General Ballou) on it. I remember our postcard, unfortunately in the ensuing 65 years it was lost. Heidi just sent me a picture of the postcard her dad still had.
Heidi and her father are both looking forward to reading Why Can’t Somebody Just Die Around Here? Writing the book is a gift that keeps on giving!
How to ship books in an environmentally responsible way:
1) Ride to Scioto Valley Coffee to refuel.
2) Stop at Keystone Books & Gifts
3) Ride to post office.
One book was shipped to Redlands, CA and the other to Port Hope, MI!
I recently spoke at the Germania Singing and Sports Society in Columbus, Ohio.
As usual, at the book signing afterward, I met and spoke with people who told me their own personal stories. One elderly gentleman could easily relate to the bombings we endured in Weimar, Germany. The reason? He lived near Weimar during WWII. His first name is Gerhart!
I had a long conversation with a woman whose father (a doctor) had treated Holocaust survivors. She had previously attended a presentation by Holocaust survivor Murray Ebner’s daughter. She was kind enough to give me a copy of Mr. Ebner’s book which she signed. A first for me.
Another elderly survivor of WWII spoke to me about how terribly skinny and ill her father looked after he came home from Russian captivity. She was in tears as she talked.
At least as meaningful to me as the above comments were the comments by Americans who had no direct tie to WWII, including a few twenty-somethings. My family’s story touches multiple generations and people from different backgrounds.
On June 8th I spoke for the 2nd time at Bethany Lutheran Village, a retirement community in Dayton, Ohio. This time I spoke to the women’s group.
After most presentations a few individuals speak to me relating their own similar experiences. Two elderly ladies told me about their lives. One elderly lady called herself a “war bride.” She understood what we went through when we were bombed. Her city had been 70% destroyed during WWII.
Another attendee spoke of her father who was Jewish. My father’s special relationship with his Jewish friend in Transylvania touched her. She said she had letters (in English) her father had written about his WWII experiences. She was hoping I knew who might want them. Unfortunately I could not help her. As expected, a number of ladies spoke about their visits to Rothenburg o/d Tauber, Germany as tourists. Rothenburg o/d Tauber was the city where our family was reunited in September 1946.