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Renata Reber


Born into World War II, my early childhood was without worry. My mother worried for both of us. Mutti, as she was called, loved me to the moon and back and protected me as only a mother can.
In 1945, my beloved city of Wuerzburg was bombed and destroyed. For the next following five years, my family and I endured a way of living neither young or old should ever have to experience. We were pushed to the limit, but survived. At age 19, I left my “Heimat” country at free will for the love of my new husband. I learned fast, that the grass is not always greener on the other side.