Chronicles of a History

only goes back to when their parents met. It goes as far back as all the involve

rn, in a small town in Illinois – U.S.A., where his parents owned a small farm, where his brothers and h

d family, German farmers, who had immigrated there over twenty years before them. They had already taken in Ettel and Mika's oldest child, in 1939. So, Ettel, Mika and another c

, he wanted to be free to go, do and be wherever, whatever and however he pleased. He dreamed of getting to know new places, new cultures, learning new languages. He wanted to study and learn lots of stuff. He wanted to make money, so he could buy a car to travel around t

r, who was very strict. His father was a bit rough a

ome uncertain fate, she had convinced her husband to suspend the boy

farm and trying to make a life of their own, when they were grown and seemed smart enough to tak

ywhere, until they got married and could afford more than just to make ends meet. Because she hadn't carried those chil

little ones off the nest, so they can learn how to fly, you know," said David, while his mother was sitting at the brea

king. Well, that's the least one would expect

upposed to hand it in on the previous day, but he wasn't able to finish it on time, since labor had been even more time-consuming than usual, that whole week. So, Ettel went along with David to school, explained what had hap

ee, the United States, their new home. Therefore, since Sunday is the seventh day of the week, in the United States, they decided Shabbat would now be observed on Sundays, instead. They also decided

he's learned such nonsense at school. From his colleagues, probably, because I don't believe the teachers would be absurd and incite kids to reckl

tually quite mature and admirable, if you ask me. And it is n

laid her mug back down on the table and

ll it? And, please, do explain to me how his reckless plans sound admirable

e, Mom. I want to finish school, first.

the oldest, was trying to pull Johann, the youngest, off the window he was e

father, not to you. And, no, you are

of a kid his age. And what he said makes sense. How can someone learn how to live, without going

re trying to compare. When kids are learning how to wal

will stumble and they will fall, and that's okay, because that's how they will learn how to get back on their feet an

late and trying to lose his grin, before turning around and heading to the table. 'Why can't you be

d they twist an ankle, while learning h

he matter, later. Alright? For now, let the k

u know? That's another thing

picked up his hat from the coat hanger and headed out the backdoor. "Dave, as soon as you're back from Ms. Fletch

d responded, then sat back