In 1998 Barb and I went to Verdun, France for the services of remembrance(80th) to this terrible battle. Such huge graveyards. Busloads of Germans swarmed over the site. I took a discarded poster and it hangs on the wall of my home office. Mom always said how Dad's family spoke German on the farm. Every Sunday when the family visitors would come they all spoke it. Even during WW11 they had services once a month in German at our Lutheran church. Mom refused to learn German! Many times she would be the only one not talking because of it.
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