A visit from sister Claire

My little sister, Claire came to visit. I wasn’t able to make as much time as I like because of other events, but I was able to arrange for her to stay over Thursday and Friday night. She was in town to help a friend do pottery and just hang out at the Pennsic War, north of Pittsburgh, and to catch a ride to Alabama.

We went to the Strip on Saturday (I recommend it!) and had a good time. She found a cool pottery place there (she does pottery, in a serious way) and we took her out for breakfast and lunch there. I was a bit tired from the week as a whole, but I stayed relatively engaged.

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Auf Wiedersehen, Oma

When I was little, my dad and mom would take me to Germany to see my Dad’s mother. I called her Oma” (which is German for grandma or granny). She lived in an apartment in Hannover. The apartment was filled with old people stuff. And old people, too. My Uroma and Uropa (great grandma and grandpa) both lived with her. I remember being chased by my Oma, telling me in her broken English to quit stomping around.

In the back of the apartment, there were black cherry trees. Me and my brother would go down there and practically strip the trees clean. The back yard was communal, so we really shouldn’t have been doing that, but we were silly kids. The rest of the back yard was divided into plots for each tenet to use for gardens and stuff.

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