Thanks for your very prompt reply! Please remember to include a catalog. The order is for my husband, but I have a feeling my Dad will want to look at it too, as he is a WWII vet, who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. He has always talked about the Nazi music and how stirring it was.
He and my brother traveled overseas several years ago, and he went back to the Black Forest. During the war, he had befriended two little German girls. One of them still lived there (I forget the name of the town), and remembered Dad. So they had a reunion. Great story, huh?
At any rate, thanks for the quick shipping - I'll look forward to receiving the order.
I was just talking to Dad, and he said he actually met the two little girls immediately after the war was over. It was in the city of Rechenburg. He said the part of the Black Forest that he was in was the Ardennes. It was so awesome that one of girls still lived there. She had married, and had children when Dad visited her so many years later! But she said she remembered him very clearly from her childhood.
Another neat story from Dad's experience... directly across the street from his parents house was a railroad trestle.
They had a steep yard, a road, and then a steep embankment up to the train tracks. Grandma always called the
house "Trestle Hill." This was in Osgood, IN.
Dad was on a train heading for the East Coast and the ship that would ultimately transport him to Europe. He realized that the train he was on was going to go right Osgood, and of course, that meant right past his house. He thought he would realize when he came to the last town before Osgood (Dabney, IN - his hometown). He planned to run outside between cars and holler in case anyone in the family was outside. As luck would have it, he didn't notice when the train passed Dabney, and he realized the train was heading into Osgood too late to run between the cars. So, he ran to the window and as the train passed his house, he saw Grandma outside, shaking a rug. Of course, she had no idea her son - going off to war - had just passed by. And he had no idea if he'd ever see her again. But he carried the image of his mom shaking that rug as he was shipped out. And he missed by just minutes the opportunity to call out to her. I've always thought that such a poignant story - thought I'd share that one too!
He's full of fascinating stories; I never grow tired of hearing them. And how appropriate that you mention posting this on the web since today is the 60th anniversary of the start of the Battle of the Bulge. Dad entered the battle
two days later on December 18. He is 83 years young now, and I couldn't be more proud of him.
P.S. Thanks for the catalog. Dad said he would definitely be interested in seeing what's available.
A very Merry Christmas to you and your family!