Child # 2 again was to be a boy – but it wasn’t in the cards for my dad. Since it was December and not too far away from Christmas, the new baby was named “Christel”. Granny always said she looked exactly like her dearly departed husband and I could never see it because he had a moustache, she didn’t. Can YOU see it?
And then a few years later Ingrid joined the family, again a disappointment for Dad. Finally, in 1944 the last try and again a girl: Edith. She was the baby just by her very existence saved my mother’s life. Now the family was complete.