Nothing but fond memories. I am a child of the 60ies, born in '63. My parents already were 40 when I was born and my brother is 15 years my senior.
My father owned a small chain of shops, my other the classic housewife. Especially my father went to great lengths in educating me. He was a technician, a mechanic by trade, and if the war and emmigration hadn't interfered, he would have aspired to become an engineer. For his whole life he was very interested in science. My mother, the same. If there had been no Hitler, she would have aspired to become a professional pianist. What she did was waking my interest in music.
All of this wasn't forced on me. Nothing was forced on me. When my father felt, I did anything wrong, he took me aside an told me stories of his own life to bring the point across that it's often good to listen to what the parent's say. Some still stick after all these years. Such as him getting into a skirmish in the civil war of 1934 because he was late to return home, as opposed to what his parents had told him. Or how to deal with loss. When my maternal grandfather died, the first person ever I lost, he told me about losing his own father, when he was but 13.
Religion also wasn't forced on me. Both my parents were mildly religious, but we hardly went to church. Only at christmas and easter when I was little.
My father owned a small chain of shops, my other the classic housewife. Especially my father went to great lengths in educating me. He was a technician, a mechanic by trade, and if the war and emmigration hadn't interfered, he would have aspired to become an engineer. For his whole life he was very interested in science. My mother, the same. If there had been no Hitler, she would have aspired to become a professional pianist. What she did was waking my interest in music.
All of this wasn't forced on me. Nothing was forced on me. When my father felt, I did anything wrong, he took me aside an told me stories of his own life to bring the point across that it's often good to listen to what the parent's say. Some still stick after all these years. Such as him getting into a skirmish in the civil war of 1934 because he was late to return home, as opposed to what his parents had told him. Or how to deal with loss. When my maternal grandfather died, the first person ever I lost, he told me about losing his own father, when he was but 13.
Religion also wasn't forced on me. Both my parents were mildly religious, but we hardly went to church. Only at christmas and easter when I was little.
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