Just before Carsten was born we moved into a new and larger apartment in a nieghboring village, Jügesheim. It was really necessary.
On March 6, 1974, my son, Carsten, was born in a hospital in Frankfurt, Germany. It was the same hospital that Michaels father was born, which is why we chose it. My stay there was horrible! Back then it was usual to stay for at least 10 days, whether necessary or not. And nursing wasn’t supported either. And when I left my room for a walk it was extremely boring. All the babies were in a room with curtain, making it impossible to see them. Here are a couple of pictures from the first days:
These pictures above were taken at my parents home in California. He was a good traveler….
he was such a cutie!!!
The following pictures were taken on a visit to Herzberg/Harz where Michaels parents lived.
Going for a stroll. As you can see, I was pregnant with the next baby.
luckily no train came:
visiting his great grandpa in the USA…..