Erlangen, Germany, 1946 or 1947. My Mom, third from left, with the dark cardigan draped over her shoulders, gathers with her medical-school classmates before they posed for a formal portrait.
The answer is obvious, and it isn't "anklets."
November 9, 2011
The Student Body
What is unusual about this group of medical students?
Erlangen, Germany, 1946 or 1947. My Mom, third from left, with the dark cardigan draped over her shoulders, gathers with her medical-school classmates before they posed for a formal portrait.
The answer is obvious, and it isn't "anklets."
Erlangen, Germany, 1946 or 1947. My Mom, third from left, with the dark cardigan draped over her shoulders, gathers with her medical-school classmates before they posed for a formal portrait.
The answer is obvious, and it isn't "anklets."
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Love that your mom unraveled sweaters (beige I assume) to knit up more fashionable creations. By the way, did you know that my husband was born in a DP camp in Germany? His parents were Serbian and German. They were not educated but his mom (8th grade education) managed to speak German, Polish, some Danish, Serbian, and English.
I did not know that, Michele! In which camp was your husband born? I have connections to Seligenstadt, Schweinfurt, and Wurzburg.
I'm not sure other than it was in Kassel. I'll ask him (he's not at home right now). We have a few pics - I'll see if I can round them up. My in-laws had nowhere near the fashion sense that your family had/has. They were German and Montenegrin peasants. His dad was part of the Serbian army that couldn't go back after the war when Tito came into power. Ultimately he could go back and did, many times. I'm not sure Tito would have cared much about Bosko Jovovic, but no one could know that back then. The family came over in 1950 and settled in Gary which had a huge Serbian community. His dad was a laborer for U.S. Steel. Bosko never really learned English even though he was here almost 50 years. He never had to I guess.
You should start a blog, too.
I'd blog for a week and then move on to something new. Sort of like the way I knit. I'm much better at lurking on other people's blogs.
Keep lurking!
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