It was a beautiful autumn in the year 1968 and my Hal and I
decided to fly to Germany and visit not only my sister and family, but also
some friends and especially my aunt Katja and her daughter Krimhilde. They were
saddened when they heard from my sister Friedl that we had been visiting but
did not come to see them. They live in the beautiful area of the Odenwald (Ode
to the forest.) Katja was my mother
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Marcie Sims is a teacher, author, and editor. She teaches literature/film, composition, and creative writing courses at Green River College in Auburn, WA. She lives on Vashon Island, just a short ferry ride away from Seattle, Washington. She writes fiction (short stories and novels), poetry, composition textbooks and has written one historic overview of Capitol Hill Pages as a former U.S. Senate page herself.
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2 replies on “Ilona Cole, Story 55”
I was just telling someone how I would love to see Germany, after hearing so much about it from my dearest friend. Fall seems like the perfect time to see the Odenwald forest. And I have a new idea for lunch, crepes filled with shrimp and a wine sauce, with a plum tart for dessert. Yum!
I should never read Ilona’s posts when I am hungry! Oh my, the delectables described here are making my mouth water. (I think we might have an early dinner tonight!). Again, what a sweet and beautiful story. And the carousel part is particularly touching. I am struck by the resiliency of Ilona and her family; the way they were able to remake their lives after such a devastating war. My love and respect simply grows with each week’s reflection. Thank you and thank you. Love, Sharon
I was just telling someone how I would love to see Germany, after hearing so much about it from my dearest friend. Fall seems like the perfect time to see the Odenwald forest. And I have a new idea for lunch, crepes filled with shrimp and a wine sauce, with a plum tart for dessert. Yum!
I should never read Ilona’s posts when I am hungry! Oh my, the delectables described here are making my mouth water. (I think we might have an early dinner tonight!). Again, what a sweet and beautiful story. And the carousel part is particularly touching. I am struck by the resiliency of Ilona and her family; the way they were able to remake their lives after such a devastating war. My love and respect simply grows with each week’s reflection. Thank you and thank you. Love, Sharon