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Author: brent taylor

July 22, 2014August 25, 2022

Saying Goodbye to Jimmy

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June 14, 2014June 15, 2014

My German Vacation Journal 9: Berlin

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June 12, 2014June 12, 2014

My German Vacation Journal 8: Facebook in 1517 on a church door

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June 11, 2014June 11, 2014

My German Vacation Journal 7: cobblestone beauty

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June 10, 2014June 10, 2014

My German Vacation Journal 6: trains canoes and shoes

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June 8, 2014June 9, 2014

My German Vacation Journal 5: Cathedrals in Our Hearts

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June 8, 2014June 8, 2014

My German Vacation Journal 4: Breakfast at Lake Alster Hotel

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June 7, 2014June 8, 2014

My German Vacation Journal 3: Beethoven, Porgy and Bess

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June 7, 2014June 10, 2014

My Germany Vacation Journal 2: Lord, I just want to see, and eat some bratwurst

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One response to “My Germany Vacation Journal 2: Lord, I just want to see, and eat some bratwurst”

Charlotte Taylor

June 7, 2014

Saw a very moving documentary last night on PBS about D Day. Told about twin boys from Ohio, one had a very short day and the other a long one. There was a picture of the survivor visiting his brothers grave. Amazing that in the midst of all that carnage there were people who buried the dead and marked their graves. Thanks for reminding us. Soak up the countryside and let us see it through you. Love, Mom

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