Time for me to take a look at this world

Big expectation for my entrance: The heir has to be a boy. The first born is expected to be a boy. The names of my Great Grandfather and my Grandfather, “Friedrich Wilhelm” frightened me and I decided instead to be a girl. At least they picked a name I liked and there was no other girl called “Gisela” in my village. I liked the shortened version even better and listened when someone called “Gila” or “Gillala”.

Gisela summer 1935

A new pram just for me

Siegfried, Lisa and baby Gila

My father’s youngest sister Lisa, who became my “big sis” and baby sitter and one year older cousin Siegfried, my second love, after Dad.

Lisa & Gisela

Maybe this was the reason I always liked geese, alive or crisp out of the oven (we never had turkey!)


When I was one year old they shaved all my nearly black hair off. Superstition was that I would get really beautiful new hair

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Surprise! I became a blond girl. Do blonds really have more fun?

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Author: - there was so much I never talked about and now, that my memoir "We Don't Talk About That" is written I can't stop talking about it. And the reviews I get are awesome; so I think this book needed to be written. Interesting that I receive many e-mails from people who read the book and now tell me their similar stories... Did I open "a can of worms?" I think there are so many people who carry a heavy memory load and they do need to "unload". But interesting enough, even more people want to know MORE of my life and therefore I am working on a sequel.