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A Lovely Afternoon. February 1st 2025

Today is the day we, Marcie and I, are getting together. We both have been sick with the flu and had to postpone. It was a beautiful afternoon with my sweet Marcie, my dearest friend, my niece.

She also is an author, editor, a professor at Green River College, and the owner of a website I have been writing short stories for about four years now as a guest writer.

She was my Savior during my most difficult time with depression, sadness, and trying times of stress after my beloved husband Hal died, my love and my life of 64 years. Marcie offered me this great job of writing short stories to get me occupied and busy with something I loved.

Marcie is coming from Vashon Island on the ferry and then on I-405 to Kirkland where I now live. She wanted to bring our lunch, and after she arrived with a big box with food, she wanted to prepare it. We had a glass of Champagne while she was busy in the kitchen.

The plates arrived by our table and they were beautiful!

Big dinner plates, the beauty of them to behold, like a painting: Big, beautiful shrimp, little, thin French green beans with delectable cream on them, big ripe raspberries, a little wedge of spiced Tomato aspic, very tasty, a slice of tender smoked and peppered salmon.

In the center of the plate, a piece of baguette with butter, paté, a slice of tasty cheese with little bits of black truffle and heated, to melt just a little.

“In heaven, just looking at it” and a glass of bubbles to toast what we about to eat. Delicious!

We had a wonderful conversation, talking about family and the children and, of course, the second book of my stories which just came out. Marcie loved this book that Julie and Luc, our dear friends, just had finished.

All the short stories, 79 of them with a lot of photos, were in our first book and the second book now, has about 102 stories in it with a lot of photos.

Julie worked very hard on both books and they are beautiful. Another great drawing by Carlos, a young artist, for the hardback book cover.

Marcie was excited about her copy, and after we had finished our excellent lunch, we sat in the living room for our coffee and French macaron’s, Marcie finally could hold her book to look through it.

What a lovely afternoon, a lovely day with a precious, lovely friend, Marcie.

What more could I possibly want? I was floating in happiness still when Marcie had to leave, still during the evening when I was by myself, and floating still with a smile on my face at bed time.

This “once in a great while happiness” will last me for quite a while.

Thank you, my sweet Marcie!

Note from Marcie: This picture is from a few years back when Ilona and I went to see Madame Butterfly at the Seattle Opera–so many special memories together.

Comment from Marcie:

I am so very touched by this lovely story from Ilona. Like all of her friends and family, I love this amazing woman so much, and she had such a big impact on my life and my identity over the past 35+ years that she has been a part of my life.

I want to thank her for all of the friendship, love, art and beauty, good food and conversation –and stories that she has gifted me over the years. Marcie

Harris Wine Cellar in Portland

Portland had a wonderful wine shop, I frequented when I was looking for a very special bottle of wine, for a gift or a dinner. I often, if I was the only one in the store, would have an informative conversation with Mr. Harris, the owner. On one occasion I had something very rare and special in mind, and of course Mr. Harris had it. It was a bottle of that most beautiful of all French red wines, a Romanée Conti. For me it was an informative lecture on its origin, history and this wine production.

Then Mr. Harris told me that he loves to share his knowledge of many wines, that he gives classes in the evenings on all different wines to gentlemen only. That the next course of classes will start May first. I thought right away of purchasing the first class and adding it to this fine bottle of wine for Valentine day for my sweetheart next week. It sounded perfect, since Mr. Harris started with the French wine from the Cote de Nuits, the French section of Burgundy, the area where they grow the beautiful grapes for the Romanée Conti Estate. This bottle, which was going home with me stated:

                       Appellation Romanee-Conti Controlee, Cote-D’Or France 1974.

At auction in 2024 the most expensive bottle in the world was the Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, France.

This wine can demand these prices due to the factor of very high quality, reputation and exclusivity.

I left Mr. Harris a very happy lady. Such treasure for this special day next week. It will be fun making out a beautiful menu and going shopping for a great dinner.

Hal completed all the classes and after each subject conclusion, they would all go to dinner in a great place for a 7course dinner with all the appropriate wines for each course. Gentlemen only and formal attire.

My Hal really enjoyed the wine, knowing this beautiful drop, was a wonderful surprise to my sweetheart. The courses were a joy for Hal, he wanted to learn a lot about all wines. On the evenings of the classes, he would, that day, go to his Vancouver office, not to be late.

This year’s Valentine was a tremendous success. The center of course was the bottle of the wine. This wine asked for the best cut of meat, a tenderloin, done in clarified butter all the way around and finished in the oven, medium. I made a wonderful sauce from the stock in the pan by deglacing the pan with a fine Cognac and a little cream. We had white asparagus on the side and Bagette with saltfree butter. Did not want too many flavours on the side, to really enjoy the meat with this delectable sauce. Since it says that red wine goes good with dark chocolate, I decided to bake a dark chocolate Gateau, and served it fresh from the oven still warm, and poured another glass of this special, grand wine with it. YUM.

FRIENDS

This was Christmas 2024, the 7^th Christmas for me without my beloved husband Hal. It is not getting easier, it is getting more sad and harder every year. This year I planned to have a nice evening with my dear, sweet Jessika, not just a friend, she takes good care of me all year long. I was going to order a wonderful dinner for us from Lynn’s Bistro here in Kirkland. A first class establishment, creating delectable food. We also will have our favorite wine and maybe a brown butter pear tart with our coffee. Add in some nice music, a little laughter and we would pass this as celebrating Christmas. I definitely could not say, “I had a lonely and sad Christmas.” But how would this all sound without my Jessika. The main ingredient here, is a friend. Nothing else would be important.

Plans were changed, when Jessika had met a wonderful Gentleman, named Giovanny. This very nice and gracious young man made the offer to fix our Christmas dinner, right here, serve it and join us for the evening. A Christmas present early for Jessika and me. How wonderful, see, another friend!

Giovanny created his magic in the kitchen while Jessika and I had a lively conversation. The dinner plates appeared, they looked like a Stil life, beautiful. The steak was done to perfection, drizzled with a little of the tasty juice from the pan and sliced.  On the side something very special, at least to me, beautiful Chanterelle mushrooms, my favorite mushrooms. And these were gathered by Giovanny in the forest, that makes them extra special. A flavorful and delicate taste of these golden nuggets. To contribute, just a little to this great dinner, I had baked a chocolate Gateau and served it warm with coffee.

The reason I wished to tell this short story is showing that earthly things, riches of monetary value or wealth do not make the ingredient to happiness or contentment, it is the dear friends we have, people who add such value to our lives, we certainly can not live without.

I have mentioned before in some of my short stories, how much of a part in my life now, without my Hal, my friends play, they are my riches and the greatest gift to me, that I could wish for.

As long as my life is enriched by all my wonderful friends, keep the Christmases coming!

Thank you dear Giovanny and dear Jessika for your friendship and making Christmas 2024 memorable for me.

My 97th Birthday Party

I have been a widow now seven years and have been living here at Woodland. When I came, I did not use a cane or any help for getting about. Then, I put the cane behind me and after a serious fall, I am now using a walker. I very seldom leave my apartment to go any distance away from here. So, when my 97th birthday came along, all my friends and family members wanted to celebrate with me.

My dearest friend and lovely niece, Marcie, wanted to do it all right here in our community dining room on the second floor. When the day came, Marcie came with all the food, anything one could wish for. She set up a long, beautiful and delicious buffet in the dining room and set up the tables and chairs to look inviting to all the guests. Karin, my dear, dear friend brought bubbly and a fine torte with cream and fresh strawberries, my favorite birthday cake!

We had almost ALL my friends and family here, except Peter and Laura two beloved friends, who were traveling and dear, dear friends Luc, his wife Julie, they were on vacation in Europe.

It was a wonderful and memorable afternoon and for me a glorious celebration and the most beautiful birthday present I could have wished for.

At my advanced life time, happiness is rare and comes in small portions. But this, my birthday this year, I received one of the greatest gifts one could ever wish for.
The love of friends and of family are a blessing, one can not purchase, it is a rare gift. I feel honored to be the recipient of that love and friendship and I am happy to give my love to all of them. I do know, how rich I am.

                                                  THANK YOU ALL!

My Christmas Gift From My Father

It was Christmas 1937, I was 10 years old. I had been riding since I was 6 years old. The instructor at the riding academy had a talk with my father about a riding courier for me, not in dressage, but in jumping. He told my father I had potential in jumping, I had the courage and stamina to not only be good, but in another 10 years be great and have the right stuff to strive for the 1948 Olympic Games.

My father loved to hear this from a professional view, which this instructor had, he was military and very disciplined. My training got more rigorous and the instructor more critical.

Our mama and Mrs. Nietsche were very busy in the kitchen, while we, my brother Wolfgang, my sister Friedl and I polished up our little song for tonight, Christmas Eve. We planned something different from past Christmas eves when we would individually perform a rhyme or sang a song. The doors to the living room are closed, since the decorating was being in full swing. We would be outside the closed doors to recite. Then, the doors would be opened and there in all its glory was this awesome Noble Tree, decorated, all the candles burning bright and with smiles on their faces, papa and mama standing there in the glow of this magnificent tree, waiting with open arms. After big hugs, inviting us to come and find our presents the angels had brought to us on Christ’s birthday.

Tonight we three had a surprise for our parents and the angels. We had studied together to sing “Silent Night” together as one and hoped, we would please everyone by this performance:

Angels, Jesus, Mama and Papa. It worked as we could see on their eyes with the tears ready to roll down their cheeks. We all, Mrs. Kramer and Mrs. Nietsche too, gathered around the big, beautiful tree with it’s many candles and wonderful fragrance. Our mama had decorated large plated with a blossom, an orchid and offered an assortment of beautiful chocolates and many different home made cookies to everyone, to give us strength to handle all the presents.

When it was my turn I saw an envelope with my name. I opened it and with my heart pounding I found a picture first, it was of a long-legged, like a sawhorse foal and with it, was the certificate of this sweet and beautiful baby horse. The certificate had date of birth, her ancestry and her name. Like always with Trakehners, a long and noble name, but the end result was: “The beautiful Anna.” I did not know what to say, so I cried and threw my arms around my father and mother.

I knew it! I knew it that some day I would own one of these magnificent creatures.

It was a glorious Christmas eve and tomorrow I get to see my “Anna Bella” at the Marstall, the facility where the Grand Duke’s cavalry regiment is housed. My horse will be stabled there, and the riding academy is located in that complex. My horse Anna Bella is now two years old, a Trakehner, a European warmblood of East Prussian origin. She is a beautiful brown with black mane and tail, a long neck and the sweetest eyes one wants to see. I can not wait until tomorrow.

My dear father drove me to the Marstall, early. The groom brought my Anna Bella to me. I got to put my arms around her and planted a kiss on her nose and talked with her. The instructor also appeared and we talked for a while. He assured me, that this lady would be an amazing jumper with me. I was the happiest person, right now, in the world.

I knew it! This day would come! The wonderful part of this all is:
That she is mine, all mine!

A Memorable Trip with our Mrs. Kramer

Mrs. Kramer, our governess had a beautiful car. My sister Friedl and I, Ilona called it “vanilla pudding colored” two door and a lot of chrome. It was striking and we loved to ride in it on little outings and journeys.

The car was all polished, ready to go. It was a sunny and still warm day in late September 1933. Friedl was 8 years old and I was 6 years old. We got into the back seat, and waved “good bye” to our dear Mama. We were going to one of our favorite places, Traisa. The place that has outdoor entertainment in the summer and serves wonderful, fruit tarts, fresh from the oven.
Today, we will watch a horse show with beautiful horses, Mrs. Kramer tells us. And after, we are going into the restaurant to enjoy the fresh fruit tarts and lemonade. What glorious day!

It is a beautiful drive along the serpentine road through this awesome forest, the “Odenwald.” Ode to the forest. Friedl and I were singing in the back seat. I believe, I was the only one who enjoyed the horse show, my Friedl did not care for horses, she says they are big and are scary. I love horses and after the show, I enjoyed going to see them close up. They were very sweet and liked to be petted and talked to. They are very intelligent and they are beautiful.
After the show and seeing some of the horses we had reservation in the restaurant for lunch. We all three tried the shrimp salad, which was very tasty, like all the food they serve. For our dessert we chose the fresh Italian plum tarts with a spoon of whipped cream. Delicious! Mrs. Kramer ordered coffee for herself and lemonade for Friedl and I. We had an amazing afternoon and a wonderful drive back to the city and got home to tell Mama all about our outing with our Mrs. Kramer.

Long into the night, I kept thinking about the beautiful horses. I envisioned the show, the awesome movements of the horses and riders in my mind over and over. Wishing I already could ride my horse that well. At the riding academy, where I go now to learn riding, I am renting a horse and I some days end up with a different horse.

Some day… Some day I hope, I will own one of these great animals. It will be all mine!

A little synopsis on the great French artist Erté Born in St. Petersburg, Russia Nov. 1892. Studied and lived in France under the pseudonym Erté, the French pronunciation of his initials, R.T. For Romain de Tirtoff. He was a set designer for Stage in operas, operettas and designer of gowns. A great sculptor of some beautiful and unusual jewelry, like the cuff links. He came from a distinguished Russian military family, his father was an admiral in the Russian fleet.

A Wonderful Addition to the Bellevue Mall

After 12 years of living in the Longview/Washington and Portland/Oregon areas, we returned to Seattle/Washington. My Hal’s transfer by AT&T finally came through. We found a beautiful Condo in our favorite area on the East side of Lake Washington, Bellevue, Cougar Hills and settled there. I had started a new job right away and after we were settled, I spent a Saturday afternoon in this wonderful, transition of the old outdoor Mall in the center of Bellevue.

This new Mall was fascinating and really captured my interests: An elegant men’s shop on a corner by the center, next to an intriguing shop of imported dishes and rare things for the kitchen. Across, a little bakery shop and snack bar, tables and chairs for customers. From this center, there were three long hallways with stores on either side and the entries of Nordstrom and Bon Marché at both ends. Going down toward Nordstrom, I stopped, seeing a most striking entry, with marble columns on the sides and large display windows on either side, displaying beautiful art. In the right window I saw a large book by Michael Delacroix, a French painter, I liked. His paintings, etchings and stone lithographs are mostly in the “naïve style” here we call it “primitive style” and he is well known in Europe, and now in the USA. His oil paintings, mostly smaller, are very precious and more in the “Impressionists style.”

I had time, so I entered to check out this attractive gallery and inquire about this gorgeous book maybe for a table gift for Christmas for my Hal.

A very friendly, pretty young lady came to greet me and talking about the book on display, she informed me of three special lithographs were included with the book and no, they were not selling just the book. I had to think this over, especially where they could be displayed and how I would want them framed to be properly displayed in our new home. They were very pretty and one of them had a warm and wonderful Christmas scene. How appropriate, since it will be a Christmas gift for my Hal on the Christmas dinner table.

The lady’s name was Laura and we spent a lot of time discussing all kinds of art that afternoon in one of the rooms, outfitted with proper lighting to show art pieces to interested customers. It was my pleasure talking with someone very knowledgeable in the art world. I could not get this wonderful experience out of my mind, after I returned home, so I checked out a proper place where this art could be displayed and how it should be framed. I called Laura to tell her that I would come by on Monday after work to purchase the book with the three lithographs.

When I arrived, Laura told me they would also do framing and even French matting in the back of the gallery. I was delighted about that and I chose the trimmings for the three lithographs and already had the proper place selected: The long wall from the kitchen toward the dining room.

Over many years we became good and loyal customers in the Behm Gallery. Having Laura, and later, after they married, her wonderful husband, Peter there, we enjoyed almost all art shows with different art and lectures by a lady from an art gallery in California, who purchased beautiful art pieces from Museums and Estates, art objects, paintings and paper art.

One weekend afternoon, my Hal and I stopped at the Behm Gallery, Nancy Behm, the owner showed some great pieces from the Artist “Erté” –and we were in awe of a pair of cuff links that caught my eye. Large Fox Heads, in gold, the eyes, quite large too, were sapphires. Absolutely gorgeous! They of course went home with us.

Hal saw a very precious ring he wished to buy for me. The band, beautiful 24 carat gold, was flat and wide and it held a little locket and where the key would go was a diamond. Very feminine and precious. My Hal decided to purchase this beautiful piece of art for me.

We were good friends with Laura and Peter until they moved away and we lost touch.  But fate did not let this be the end of a so beautiful friendship. Being friends too with Nancy Behm, the owner of this beautiful gallery, we again got to pick up the friendship with Laura and Peter. They live in the city of Ashland, Oregon not too far of a distance.

I am only very sorry my Hal is no longer with me, when Laura and Peter came back into my life. How he would have enjoyed this moment, this occasion!

But I am hoping, he knows.

My First Visit Home after Three Years

It was September 1957 and my Hal had given me, as reward, a ticket to Germany to visit my dearest sister Friedl and her family. This generous gift by my dear husband was for becoming an American citizen. After being here for three years I was able now to go to school and try the tests for citizenship, which I did with pride and succeeded. I was, with many others,  sworn in downtown Seattle in a wonderful ceremony. After, I filled out the papers for my American passport. I was very proud to show that new passport at Sea Tac Airport and again in Frankfurt/Germany.

It was wonderful to be with my dearest sister Friedl, her two little boys, and her husband Georg after three long years, during which I was very homesick.

Today is September 11^th and my hometown of Darmstadt has a memorial, like every year on this day. The people of Darmstadt are commemorating Twenty Thousand lives lost, during the night of September 11^th 1944 after an allied  bombing raid on this old, beautiful city. The memorial is staged at the War Cemetary, located in a peaceful forest up on a hillside with twenty thousand   white grave markers.

A trumpeter will appear on the hill and play a solo of “Il Silenzio.”

Tears were flowing and hearts were aching for all the people who lost their lives that tragic night.

After the ceremony, Georg decided we drive straight home, he had all planned out a tasty buffet for our dinner and we could take time, relax and enjoy. It was very quiet and no one spoke, even the two little ones, Joachim was 5 years old and Rainald was 3 years old, he was  born during the night I was flying to my new homeland, the USA. They realized it was to be quiet, this performance we just came from, was sad and now is somber time for every one to have their own thoughts. This buffet was outstanding and Georg had thought of every thing. Shrimp, lobster, lox, different kinds of bread and sweet butter, salads, wonderful fruit with a little Grand Marnier sprinkled on it. Deviled eggs and little Brioche rolls. So much to try and it was all delicious. For all this scrumptious food, he brought from his cellar, a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne. Bon Apetit!

During this somber and quiet time, while we were enjoying our dinner, Friedl opened the conversation by announcing: “I have a surprise for you Ilona.”

Georg’s parents will pick up the boys and keep them for the night. We three have tickets to a wonderful concert performed by one of the great trumpeters, Roy Etzel. He is coming to the Musik Halle downtown, Darmstadt tomorrow evening.

The music hall was very quiet, one could hear a pin drop in anticipation of this great trumpeter and his orchester. I had, at home a vinal record of Roy Etzel with some well-known, beautiful and emotional pieces on it: ’Light Cavalry” “Il Silenzio” “Nina the white dove” “La Paloma” and many more. This emotional concert ended with a solo by Roy Etzel of “Il Silencio.” Friedl and I looked at one another and noticed tears rolling down our cheeks.

What an unforgettable evening my dearest sister gave to me!

I invited both to dinner after the show at the “Rathhaus Cellars.”

A very special and beautiful restaurant in the center of the city, by the market place, across from the castle. We had a delicious dinner of beef rouladen with a delectable sauce finished with a fine Burgundy wine, little tasty potatoe balls and a melange of vegetables on the side. Georg ordered the same fine Burgundy wine, a “Chateauneuf-du-Pape” an aged, wonderful drop, we enjoyed very much from the Rhone wine region in south-east France.

Dessert came as a surprise to the table. Complements by the chef to Georg and guests. The chef was a good customer of Georg’s Haberdashery, his men’s-wear shop, located right across the street from here on the corner, newly rebuilt since the night of the bombing raid. The dessert was a picture of a Stil Life. A big plate, beautifully decorated with eatable flowers, a piece of ice cream torte, layers of chocolate, raspberry, vanilla and coffee ice cream. Heavenly! It came with a fragrant espresso.

                                                           Bon Apetit!

A Beautiful boat trip from Ruedesheim to Koblenz on the Majestic River Rhine

It was a beautiful weekend in late summer of 1953. My Hal and I had train tickets for the short train ride to Ruedesheim with a tasty breakfast on the train, while enjoying the most beautiful scenery. Relaxing and sipping excellent coffee with a piece of fragrant Kaiser Kuchen, the beautiful aroma of candied orange peel and plump raisins in the cake, leaning back into the soft cushions in a first class train car. We had a little time, a lay-over of an hour in Ruedesheim, to stretch our legs and explore this lovely town in the midst of wine country with slopes on both sides of the river Rhine right at harvest time. Grape harvest and in every restaurant or Cafe wine tasting . They produce a very fine Riesling wine, which they are very proud of.

After a nice lunch in a beautiful courtyard of a restaurant we made our way to the docks to join the people going on a vessel that will take us all the way to Koblenz. On the way we will be treated to awesome scenery and also through an historic area, with narrowing of the river and swift current memorialized in folklore or sagas of Niebelungen times of Richard Wagner’s tales. “The Lorelei” is a saga about a beautiful haunting vixen, sitting on a huge rock (slate) calling out to passing ships to her lover. The saga tells of many ships running aground or into trouble due to the sounds of her voice being haunting, fascinating and alluring.

When Clemens von Brentano wrote his ballad of the Lorelei in 1801, little did he know that it would become the basis of a popular myth. His Lorelei was a sorceress of outstanding beauty, and any man who looked into her eyes irreversibly fell in love with her.

It was for my Hal a relaxing journey on the ship, no other soldiers around and he could take off his jacket and tie and sit in shirt sleeves enjoying a glass of Riesling and this awesome scenery. Both sides of the river, as far up you could see vineyards.

We arrived in Koblenz, a beautiful city for some more sight seeing and maybe another glass of Riesling. It is an old city, but attractive city. It was the seat of the new German Government right after the end of WWII, until it moved to the permanent location in Berlin in the 1980s.

We decided to try a winery with restaurant and found a very attractive place. It looked like a Chateau with beautiful stained glass windows and inside the entry a gentleman, greeting the guests.

Looking around, it was a beautiful and very busy place. Waiters with white aprons, being very busy serving the guests. We were seated by a round table with white starched table linens, different size candles giving a nice glow to the table settings, and very quiet a very friendly gentleman would stop by ones chair and hand you a glass of champagne. Let the evening festivities begin. Suddenly, with the sound of clapping, one would come out of this tranquil moment to find that there will be music. Two gentlemen, dressed in tuxedo taking their places. One by the grand piano and the other, holding a violin. The music was enchanting and pleasing.

We enjoyed our dinner with candle light and music very much. Hal had ordered venison with a beautiful dark Burgundy sauce and little round and crispy potato pancakes on the side and white asparagus. I tried the veal tenderloin, well done and very tender with three different kinds of mushroom in a wonderful sauce. My Hal ordered a most awesome, well aged Burgundy. We talked of our trip, so far today and compared it with what we had expected. Could not have been more enjoyable, we both agreed.

We stayed a while after we finished our dinner and shared a glass of our exceptional great wine with our waiter and listened to the soothing music and then it was time to go and catch our train home to Frankfurt. For my Hal the barracks and for me another train ride to Darmstadt to join my sister.

This was a memorable day in Hal’s and my life and we were saddened it came to an end.

Note From Marcie: (but hopefully not a forever farewell–Ilona knows anytime she feels like writing for us, that I will post it. 🙂 )

Let us not say “Goodbye”

It has been a wonderful journey for me these past three years, writing my little stories. I thank my dearest Marcie every day, when I look forward to writing a short story, I just had thought of. It has been for me a wonderful, but also a touching journey and for my family and friends an insight into my Hal’s and my life, my life and my soul.

There were so many stories; funny ones, happy ones, sad ones, historic ones and ones that brought tears.

The comments by my beloved, dearest friends were always a welcome gift and gave me the assurance that my little tales brought joy, laughter and sometimes tears to their lives.

Like everything in life, the sun will shine, rain will fall, and happiness or sadness will come and go in our lives.

Maybe, now is the time for a new beginning and for nostalgia to take a bow. It has been a very exciting and special time to convey my little tales to all of you for these past years. You have seen my Hal’s and my life and looked at my sense of humor and sadness. It is time now to look forward to the new, the now. After all, one does not expect anything other than nostalgia from a 96-year-old lady.

I thank all of you from my heart for giving me this awesome journey with you!

Let us say:  So long to all of you wonderful readers and friends.

                    Auf Wiedersehen Ihr lieben Freunde.

                    Adieu mes amis.