Rik Rodhulf, Powerful Glory

Experienced in southern Germany told in English Our ducks were ready for slaughter in late summer

In my childhood there were floods almost every year

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Produktbeschreibung

Stones laid on the tracks Police operationIt was a dull late afternoon. Our village boys had the idea to put stones on the tracks.Besides my twin brother, I was the youngest who had been there. We were definitely 10 or 12 children who were there.The first freight train was already arriving.A steam locomotive, heavily laden, pulled a train that was, for me, a kilometer-long train behind it.The railway wheels rolled over the stones that the greats had placed on the tracks without any problems.The gatekeeper observed our activities from his guard house and informed the police station in Hassfurt.We knew nothing of this action.A little wood separated us between the railroad attendant and us.It will be about 500 meters to the railroad crossing to the west.On the next train approaching, the bigger boys threw stones at the wagons.It might pop when a stone hit the sheet metal wall of a wagon.The boys had a lot of fun with their action.Who hits best?Lots of stones flew onto the rolling wagons.With every successful impact, the entire group cheered and continued to cheer on the stone throwers.Suddenly we saw a green VW Beetle with blue light coming towards us from behind over the dirt road.All the boys ran away.The two policemen won out of their vehicle and ran after us.Since I was the smallest, the police passed me to get to the big culprits.Although everyone had already overtaken me, I ran on, excited and afraid, until I got to our courtyard gate. .I stormed into the house and screamed. The police, the police.My grandmother was just about to pull feathers and of course didn't know what I meant - calling the police out of breath - police.I was so excited that I hid at home.The older ones received a warning and we never again threw stones on passing freight trains.Every Sunday we children had to go to church services.Our grandmother Maria woke us up when the bell rang for the first time.On Sunday there was malt coffee

Produktdetails

• Verlag: epubli
• Seitenzahl: 100
• Englisch
• Abmessung: 5mm x 125mm x 190mm
• Gewicht: 129g
• ISBN-13: 9783753179612
• Artikelnr.: 61362073

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Rodhulf, Rik§ Evangelicals, the Protestants or also called Lutherans, did not marry a Catholic and vice versa.It happened that at a dance event a man asked his dance partner which denomination she belonged to. If it was the wrong denomination, they often left the floor immediately. Nobody wanted to be called a renegade.Only daring fellows dared to court someone of a different faith.For some girls in love, the old tradition was also obsolete.The strict rules have always been too strict for Barbara's sisters. They dreamed of driving through the streets of a town in a cab with an educated man by their side.

Glory, Powerful§The steam really fogged our little kitchen.Because the bath water was too hot at first, my grandma added cold water from the tapThe faucet and the pouring were the only water point in the house. More water drinkers and taps could be found in the stable and in the yardWhen bathing, the temperature was often regulated by pouring hot or cold waterAt the end of the bathing process, washing your hair was always a special procedureThe shampoo came out of a small plastic pillow. One tip of the pillow was cut off with scissors and then when the foam was pressed, it spilled not only onto my hair, but mostly onto my face.Most of all, I was always afraid for my eyes. Every time I shouted: give me a washOften we were allowed to eat a piece of warm, freshly baked cake before going to bed.