I'm reading through hundreds of letters between my grandmother (with her kids in Germany) and my grandfather, who had left for America to seek out a better life for his family. The separation was supposed to be short, but ended up lasting over five years -- from 1930 through 1935 -- and they wrote, and wrote, and wrote, and wrote... sometimes several times a week.
It's a real page-turner, and it touches on so many things in both countries that I've only heard about or read about in books... the Great Depression, the Dust Bowl, bank failures, the rise of Nazi Germany, bedbugs, the Graf Zeppelin, immigration issues, big city life in the 30's, and so much more.
One in particular made the separation feel so absolute because the family was not yet offered a visa: "I have to give you very unpleasant news: The Globe Bank in which I have most of my savings has closed because of insolvency. I was as though paralyzed to hear this, and now could not even return to Germany should the need arise. I'm totally shattered."
The hard times I've experienced absolutely pale in comparison.
I don't know why I'm compelled to share this stuff. I never knew them, and I wish I could still thank them in person for the better life they gave us... Maybe this is my way of doing that.
It's a real page-turner, and it touches on so many things in both countries that I've only heard about or read about in books... the Great Depression, the Dust Bowl, bank failures, the rise of Nazi Germany, bedbugs, the Graf Zeppelin, immigration issues, big city life in the 30's, and so much more.
One in particular made the separation feel so absolute because the family was not yet offered a visa: "I have to give you very unpleasant news: The Globe Bank in which I have most of my savings has closed because of insolvency. I was as though paralyzed to hear this, and now could not even return to Germany should the need arise. I'm totally shattered."
The hard times I've experienced absolutely pale in comparison.
I don't know why I'm compelled to share this stuff. I never knew them, and I wish I could still thank them in person for the better life they gave us... Maybe this is my way of doing that.
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