A Childhood Lost

Living in Europe during the 1940s wasn’t easy. My home was lost, and with it, my childhood.

War. War never changes. The innocent always suffer during armed conflicts, and it is no different in Germany during the 1940s. Life was good to me when I was a child growing up in Falkenau, Silesia, East Germany, however, it soon changed in January 1945. With the Russian and Polish army approaching, my family – my mother with us five small children ranging in age from one and a half to eleven – was evacuated to Czechoslovakia. Three months later, we were allowed to return to Falkenau, which was now under the Russian regime. The trek home was not easy since the train tracks were destroyed by bomb attacks. Without trains we had to walk home, and it seemed like we walked forever.  Read more about my experiences here at http://bit.ly/1Ifpx01