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Larry and I took a day trip to the Lüneburger Heide and
Munster Lager. It is the town and
the area where my mother was a girl from 1945-1952. I have heard many stories of arriving here after having to
flee their homeland in East Prussia.
Of facing discrimination as second class citizens, of living in a one
room, the family of 6 for the first while, of picking blueberries in the heath
and forests when the English army wasn’t doing their army maneuver practicing
there. They lived at Feldweg
7. There’s was the last house and
then it was all field which provided a great playground for the kids. We found Feldweg 7, they knew about it
at the tourist info, and it is not surrounded by fields anymore. The town has grown up around it, as is
wont to happen. It was fun to
imagine my mother and her sisters and brother playing here. Munster is still a military town. The strangest thing was that we could
hear military shooting practice going on.
Shots were constantly ringing out from the fields and woods in the
distance. Hearing it was
disconcerting and we felt uncomfortable.
My mother said they couldn’t really hear it when they were there. They would check to see if there was a
balloon up, indicating that drills were going on. If the balloon was up, they didn’t have to go blueberry
picking. On our way back to the
car, we found Lilli Marleen and her soldier under the lantern. We stopped in the beautiful city of
Lüneburg before heading back to Stade.
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