That reminds me of when I was a ten year old in Germany. 1961. I ate with the German landlord lady downstairs. My brother and his wife had rented out on the economy rather than live in the Barracks for families in Kaiserlautern.
Marta, the landlady, worked to make a lunch for her kiddo Anna Marie. She was the only German kid that was interested in playing with me, and I think that was so she could learn English for her schooling.
Anyway, her mom would make lunch for Anna and myself. If I wouldn't take seconds she would threaten me with the potatoe masher and told me she would stuff it down my throat if I didn't take another serving. I had to grow up and be big and strong like a good American boy... :roll: And boy have I grown up! :lol: If poor Marta could only see me now! :blush:
Marta, the landlady, worked to make a lunch for her kiddo Anna Marie. She was the only German kid that was interested in playing with me, and I think that was so she could learn English for her schooling.
Anyway, her mom would make lunch for Anna and myself. If I wouldn't take seconds she would threaten me with the potatoe masher and told me she would stuff it down my throat if I didn't take another serving. I had to grow up and be big and strong like a good American boy... :roll: And boy have I grown up! :lol: If poor Marta could only see me now! :blush: