This was Easter at my grandmothers, this is me on the left and my aunt Ulli, and my grandmother. I remember she would make a big deal about easter and hide the eggs. Can't see them in this photo. Those were days i wish i could go back too, my grandma and i were very close. Can't say the same for my aunt tho. Grandma or Oma is what I called her, used to spoil me, as she new i didn't like onions, so when she would fix meals, she would cut the onions real small so that i wouldn't know they were in there. i think my aunt didn't like that, as one day when my mom went to work my aunt babysat me, and as soon as mom left she got the biggest onion and peeled it and sat me in the corner and said NOW you eat this. To this day i don't like onions. But boy when my mom got home and found me sitting there with that onion my aunt got into a lot of trouble.
Well i am not sure what this was all about accept sillyness, on the left is my mom, then my uncle Peter, my grandma's sister, grandma.I think they were having fun from the looks of it.
This is another good photo shot of my mom, my uncle Peter and Ulli, and Me.Uncle Peter was my favorite . He was a baker. and a very good one at that.Not having a father he sort of took the place of one for me. Whenever he was around he always spent a lot of time with me.
Here is a photo of my uncle Peter and me, this was taken in Stutgart on the hill were we used to live, made for great sledding.
