Completing Father’s family
Great Grandmother had beautiful apples in a bowl. I was three years old and asked her if I could eat one. She smiled and said “Go right ahead my dear.” I couldn’t bite into one; it was hard and kind of slippery. Now she laughed and said “Oh Gila, you can’t eat those, they are not real, they are just for decoration.”
Fritze was born later in her life when no more children were expected. He was the baby brother to my Granny Martha, my dad’s mother. Technically an uncle to my dad he was, in reality, a year younger than his nephew. The boys grew up like brothers. Trouble started when both fell in love with the same girl. The problem caused the break-up of the boy’s relationship with each other. Not only that, it remained an open sore and became another problem for a member if the next generation, – me, – many years later.