My family came to America shortly after the war, leaving behind relatives, friends and a way of life. It was the most difficult to say goodbye to my grand-mother, Oma, who was one of the kindest, most loving people in my life. When I grew older, I would make many trips back to Munich, Germany, to visit her. Although Oma didn’t speak English, and my German was limited, we thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. We often played Scrabble together, Oma adding German words to my English words. We laughed when our words became enmeshed and made no sense at all.
