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Mother, If In Heaven There Are No Apples, I Don't Want to Go There

Synopsis

With a glimpse of life on "the other side of the pond," Christel Bresko shares vignettes, anecdotes, and short stories from her childhood during World War II and afterward as she sets out to explore the world.

Growing up in her native Germany, Ms. Bresko relates hair-raising tales of the war as she and her family struggled to stay neutral during the conflict and her father was sent off to fight the war on the Russian front. Often going without many necessities and suffering through the usual childhood illnesses, she nevertheless retained her optimistic outlook for the future and dreamed of the day she would again be able to taste freedom.

After hostilities subsided, she chose nursing as a career and details her education and experiences while living in several other European countries and working in a variety of locations, eventually settling in America with her husband.

Through her fascinating and historical look into the past, readers learn that children are the same the world over – dreaming of the future, and acting on those dreams as soon as they are given the chance.

"Writing this book added great joy and spice to my Golden Years, not just remembering but to keep my past alive. Mother and Father, who both have passed on, left me with a great legacy. They wanted me to see the world, find happiness, and pursue life to the fullest.

My sister and brother added gold, frankincense, and myrrh, which in my belief are riches, sweet odor, and integrity. It was a great experience to finish this ‘book’."

-- Christel Decker Bresko

Author Biography

Christel Decker Bresko

Born in Germany 1937 I was the oldest of three children. My father served in the German Army until 1945 and was captured in Moscow, Russia where he became a prisoner of war. Mother took care of us 3 children who experienced sickness, hunger and growing pains. World War 2 was in full swing. Not knowing where my dad was, or whether he was dead or alive made it very difficult for mom and us three. She was like a mother hen, very protective of us.

I went to England 1957 to study the English language, (I taught myself the English language while being a nurse maid to an old lady with MS). After one year I enrolled in a nursing program and received my degree 1962. I wanted to see the world and came to the USA in 1968.