My Dad was "appointed" by IBM in Huntsville to "entertain" German Rocket Scientists during the 60's, probably due to our name being Von Braun before Great Grandpa Heinrich Americanized it to Brown. (Dad also "booked" the talents for the yearly IBM shing dig they would have. He booked the Oak Ridge Boys one year. LOL.) They wanted to know what American Families were like and we were a family of 5 kids. They came over for dinner on occasion. One hung out with us kids in the den while watching Baseball. He was fascinated by the sport but got confused with all the parameters as my older brother (little league star) tried to explain the sport to him. When he left the room my brother laughed and said "rocket scientists, they can put man in space but can't understand baseball". Upon leaving our house one Sunday, they all repeatedly thanked my Mom for the dinner with an emphasis on how much they liked the cake for dessert. After they left, my Mom got her little "jab" in as she proudly stated that they all just loved "my Jewish Bunt Cake" . That was my Mom's sense of humor no doubt. It is 5 years this week since her passing, she is still missed no doubt. I will be playing her Piano I inherited quite a bit this week so may not post so much (give ya all a break) The Germans? ya, looking back, probably had some ex-Nazi's at the house in the 60's. One thing for sure, they all had handfuls of speeding tickets in the 60's American V8's they drove, always complaining "American's drive too slow" Here is a pic of my Mom in about 1944 when she was 18 years old and a Bell South Operator in Wilkes - Barre PA. She also worked summers in the Pocono Mountains of PA. Miss ya Mom! Hard to believe 5 years ago this week since I talked to ya last!
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