Then, finally, one day, Dad came Home... with a bag full of “goodies” from
When the war was over, Dad could finally come home, three years after he had left Mom and Steven, who was just a little baby when Dad left.
In 1945, when Dad came back, Steven was five and had been yearning - enormously - to have “a Dad”. “I want a Dad, just like everybody else” he said time and again. He had been nagging Mom all those years: “And not only a Dad, I want a brother! (oddly enough, he never asked for a sister) and it was a big question if Mom, now paralyzed, could even have any more children....
Well, Steven's wish came true. Dad came back. Not only that! He didn’t only bring himself back, he brought an enormous package with him with goodies from
“How do you do....., Sir?”
The intensely sad thing though was, when Dad finally, after all those war years, walked into the house, Steven did not recognize him as his father. He saw a stranger and said politely: “How do you do, Sir”... Very painful for both Dad and Mom after all they had gone through, and Steven’s relationship with Dad remained strained, distant and difficult ever after (compliments to Adolf Hitler).
Little by little, poor
Again, thanks to
Mom recovered, and I was born on March 23, 1946.
Dad was stationed at the Dutch Air Force Base in Woensdrecht in the South, near the Belgian border, where we lived in an old trailer home. Just like the rest of the country: we were poor.
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