Griff at Goerlitz: Germany

For anyone who knows my Father, you know he has the gift of the gab, which is defined as the ability to speak easily and confidently in a way that makes people want to listen to you and believe you. He is quite the entertainer! This blog is being started to record his memories of family and friends through the MANY, MANY photos he has taken throughout the years. Beginning with black and white slides, to coloured slides, to printed photos, and finally to the digital age. I'd like to be able to keep this in chronological order, but with as many photos as there are, and as they are in such a hodgepodge state, it makes it rather difficult. This will be written as though he's writing it, because he really will be! I'm just moving it over here so it will actually get posted and not "lost" out there. So here we go!

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Monday, 14 August 2023

Letter from the Bank 1969 🖃

Flying home from Pittsburgh on August 16th, 1968; little did I know we would be moving to the USA at the same time next year.

Phew.... I just had my last interview in London for the World Bank with Lacey Carter; she was tough!

A letter arrived from the World Bank early August 1969, advising me to report for duty.

That evening I called Ulrike in Frankfurt and said we had to be in D.C. within ten days! She rushed home with Peter and Astrid, sold up the contents of the house, put the bungalow on the market, and we flew out August 14th. It was a rush!!

The day before leaving Germany for London in August, 1969, to obtain visas. Ten days later we would be in the USA.
Peter and Astrid with Großmutter.

Thursday, 13 July 2023

Great Grandfather in Germany

On Mom's side of the family -

Hereunder, pictures of your great grandfather, August Ferdinand Julius Neth who died in France

during World War I on 21st March, 1918 at Lanicourt between Arras and Cambrai. Important for you

to be aware of your family tree.

Uncle Uli spent one summer in France hunting for his grandfather's grave as nobody knew where it was. As

you can see from the second picture, he found it and was able to take pictures back to his mother, who

was nine years old when her father was killed.