It was a very lovely summer evening, and American soldiers were all around. Mom and some other ladies wanted to attend a revival meeting in another town. While they were on their way home, a car with soldier stopped them. All they wanted was a passport and my mom had forgotten hers. It was mandatory for all adults to carry a passport.

There were the obvious language difficulties but mom was told to pay a 100 dollar (mark) fine, or do community service. We told mom we would not eat and to just pay the fine, but mom opted otherwise. She was told to make hay for the town’s bulls which were kept in a bull stable. Mom was never very strong, but she was also told to help other farmers harvest their crops.

During the winter, the city clerk would tell the people in town when and where they could get the wood, which was usually one cord. Mom was given a map and our landlord was kind enough to look for it in the forest. Mom needed a driver who had a horse and a carriage to transport the wood. She also needed 15 Marks to pay the driver, money that she did not have.

Mom could pray. She walked behind the cart and on the forest road way. On time, mom found a roll of money lying on the ground and when she unrolled it, there were 15 Marks. Oh my, in the middle of the deep woods. Mom had her money. Glory to God in the highest!

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