The best way to describe my mom Wanda is just to simply say, she's a great gal! Smart, funny, sweet and at times almost girl-like and naïve. Which is incredible when you think about the life that was forced upon her and the fact that on February 14th of this year she celebrated her 94th birthday. My mom was imprisoned in forced labor camps during World War 2, beaten, horse whipped, had rocks thrown at her daily by the dreaded Hitler youth. She told of her attempted escapes, of her running through the forests in her bare feet. She married the love of her life, my beloved dad Walter, who was a Naval officer and the epitome of a gentleman who absolutely adored her. They met while they were in adjoining camps, my dad being a POW. They would fall in love at first sight and marry a few weeks after the end of the war.

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