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First Review

Monday, May 20th, 2013

Last week, I received the first review of Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom. It came from Laurel-Rain Snow and was posted on Goodreads and Laurel’s blog. When I read her review I was so thrilled that I did not sleep all night. Laurel gave Walled-In 5 of 5 stars! Here is what she had to say about Walled-In:

Laurel-Rain‘s review

May 15, 13

5 of 5 stars

Read from May 11 to 15, 2013

Tyranny takes many forms, from the restrictions of freedom imposed by governments to the familial constraints that markedly prevent an individual’s personal growth.

Growing up in post-war Germany, the author shows the reader what her world looked like, both at home and on the larger canvas that was her life within Berlin after the building of the Wall.

 

“Walled-In” reveals much about the young woman’s pursuit of individual freedom, and as I read about her personal struggles and the family dynamics, much of it tolled a familiar bell for me.

Our lives did not mirror one another’s, since I grew up in the US and did not face the governmental restrictions that dictated her life; however, the era in which we were each born was very similar and the family dynamics I experienced echoed hers. I could totally relate to her feelings and rooted for her escape.

My escape was made simpler by the governmental freedoms I enjoyed, but freedom from any tyranny can feel just as exhilarating, no matter how different the cage may be.

Other aspects of the story were wonderfully drawn, from the historical context in which she grew to the world at large that offered opportunities for change. This was a beautifully told story that is even more inspirational because of the parallels between Berlin under siege and the uncompromising world of family. Five stars.

Laurel-Rain Snow is an Amazon Vine reviewer and has a goal of reading 200 books a year. Follow her reviews on her blog, http://www.snowconnections.wordpress.com.Walled-In will be released in ten days. Let me know if you agree with Laurel’s assessment.

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on my home page and feel free to follow my blog about anything German: historic or current events, people, places or food.

Walled-In is my story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War. Juxtaposing the events that engulfed Berlin during the Berlin Blockade, the Berlin Airlift, the Berlin Wall and Kennedy’s Berlin visit with the struggle against my equally insurmountable parental walls, Walled-In is about freedom vs. conformity, conflict vs. harmony, domination vs. submission, loyalty vs. betrayal.

 

Onkel Dagobert

Monday, May 13th, 2013

Speaking of role models, mine was Onkel Dagobert Duck when I was ten. Christina, my classmate, had brought a Mickey Mouse comic book to school. The glossy introduced me to Disney’s cartoon characters. I thoroughly enjoyed the adventures of Donald Duck and his nephews Tick, Trick, and Track. But I idolized the triplet’s great uncle, Dagobert Duck. It was the stingy miser who set my imagination on fire.

Here was this elderly business duck, dressed in a red frock, top hat, pince-nez glasses, and spats who had accumulated so much money that the heaps of bills and coins piled high in his basement. In fact, Onkel Dagobert was forced to turn the pile regularly with a pitchfork to prevent his fortune from growing moldy. With shrewdness and thrift he had become the richest duck in the world.

At age ten, I wanted to be like Onkel Dagobert because in the mid 50s my parents and I still lived in a one-room apartment. There was barely enough money to make ends meet. Luxury items were out of the question. A touch of Onkel Dagobert was what we needed. I had been thrifty. I had bank-deposited every Pfennig I had won playing cards with my parents during long winter evenings. Still, to my knowledge, I did not need a pitchfork to turn the pile. What was I doing wrong? In any case, I was going to model myself after Onkel Dagobert and maybe I, too, would be able to dive into my mountain of money.

Decades later I learned that Donald Duck’s nephews were actually named Huey, Dewey, and Louie by their creator. And the children in the United States called my hero Uncle Scrooge. Where did these names originate? Uncle Scrooge, I learned, was named after the miser, Ebenezer Scrooge, from the novel “A Christmas Carol.” Onkel Dagobert, on the other hand, got his name from a Merovingian king. The Merovingian dynasty ruled Germania Superior from the middle of the 5th century. This region was a province of the Roman Empire at that time and included southwestern Germany and today’s cities of Wiesbaden and Mainz.

Fifty years have passed since those childhood fantasies, and I know only one thing for sure: I still don’t need a pitchfork, not even a hand shovel.

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on my home page and feel free to follow my blog about anything German: historic and current events, people, places and food.

Walled-In is my story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War. Juxtaposing the events that engulfed Berlin during the Berlin Blockade, the Berlin Airlift, the Berlin Wall and Kennedy’s Berlin visit with the struggle against my equally insurmountable parental walls, Walled-In is about freedom vs. conformity, conflict vs. harmony, domination vs. submission, loyalty vs. betrayal.

 

 

Pet Peeve

Monday, May 6th, 2013

tandem image 

I have a pet peeve. I cringe every time I see a heterosexual tandem bike team. Why? How many tandems have you seen with the woman sitting in front? Watching for many years I have seen exactly one such pair. Invariably, the man pedals in front, has a 180º view, and controls the handlebars. He is usually also considerably larger and blocks his partner’s view. Whatever happened to equality of the sexes?

My husband and my male friends tell me that the man sits in front to protect the lady. “The back seat is much safer,” they say. “The heavier person should always sit in front. That’s the way bikes are designed.” Well, if safety is the only reason, then why do I see fathers sitting in the back with their teen son occupying the front?  Surely, they don’t want their child to get hurt. I fail to buy into the safety concern as the prime reason. Besides, if bikes are engineered in such a way that the front seat is unsafe, surely our engineers could come up with a better design. No, I suspect it has something to do with old-fashioned chauvinism. What do you think?

But let me tell you about the one instance in which I actually did see the woman sitting in the front seat of a tandem. That afternoon, my husband and I were taking a leisurely walk along Shelter Island when I spotted a heterosexual tandem team ahead of us. Clearly, it was a woman who was pedaling in the front and a man doing his part in the back of the bike. You can image my joy. Finally, there was a man who was willing to relinquish the front seat to his female bike partner. I squealed with delight as I pointed out the sight to my husband. Fifteen minutes later, the tandem returned. Barely able to control my excitement, I ran up to the two bikers. “Congratulations,” I shouted to the lady at the helm, “This is the first tandem I’ve ever seen with the lady in the front.  How did you do it?”

After a brief and uncomfortable silence the woman replied, “My husband is blind.”

Since then I just keep my pet peeves to myself.

 

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on the home page of http://www.walled-in-berlin.com. Walled-In is a story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War.

 

 

Honey Bee Cluster

Monday, April 29th, 2013

bee-swarm

Having read about the losses of bee populations worldwide, I was astonished to see a huge honey bee cluster hanging from a branch of my neighbors’ small fruit tree the other day. The bees had literally appeared overnight. To my amazement, thousands of bees clung to each other in a cluster the shape of a giant pinecone. The next day I was even more surprised when a humming sound, akin to freeway noise,”rapidly arose in the backyard, intensified, and subsided, all within seconds. I looked up just long enough to witness thousands of bees speckle the sky as they headed southeast. Sure enough, my neighbors’ bees were gone.

The experience had just been remarkable enough for me to want to learn more about bees. Did you know that April to June is bee-swarming season in San Diego? From what I read, a bee colony has little incentive to swarm during the first year of a queen’s life. But during her second spring, she appears to be programmed to swarm. Spring bloom and longer days create a desire for the colonies to split and to create new ones. During that period, the queen bee and roughly 10,000-15,000 worker bees will leave their existing location to find a new home. Until they do, they may take up temporary residency, clustering on a tree branch, as they did in my neighbors’ yard.

While most of the bees remain clustered together on this intermediate stop, 20-50 scout bees will forage for a permanent location. Each scout then promotes the potential site she found by dancing in a specific way to indicate direction and distance. The more animated her dance, the more excited about her findings she is. Different scouts may promote different sites. When all scouts agree on a location the entire honey bee cluster flies to it. It was the swarming to their final location that I witnessed the other day. And it was a sight worth seeing.

One final piece of advice: If you encounter a cluster of bees, call a beekeeper. Do not kill or disturb the bees by spraying pesticides or water on them.

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on my home page and feel free to follow my blog about anything German: historic and current events, people, places and food.

Walled-In is my story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War. Juxtaposing the events that engulfed Berlin during the Berlin Blockade, the Berlin Airlift, the Berlin Wall and Kennedy’s Berlin visit with the struggle against my equally insurmountable parental walls, Walled-In is about freedom vs. conformity, conflict vs. harmony, domination vs. submission, loyalty vs. betrayal.

 

 

Paradigm Shift

Monday, April 22nd, 2013

A paradigm shift is an abrupt change in one’s point of view. All of a sudden, we interpret an event differently than moments earlier. Most of us have experienced altered perceptions at one time or another. I recall one in particular. I was making small talk with a colleague. After having occupied neighboring offices for many years and working on related projects, Robin and I had become friends. We often shared our joys and frustrations. A pretty brunette with soft brown eyes and an infectious smile, Robin was the kind of person who leaves chocolates on your desk when your day has gone south, and if you aren’t feeling well, she’ll try her best to cheer you up.

While Cindy, our coworker, was recovering from a foot operation at home, I asked Robin if she had heard anything about Cindy’s recuperation. “How’s she doing?” I wondered.

Robin looked at me wide-eyed. “Didn’t I tell you? She’s got big sores on her butt.”

I was taken back a notch. I had been unaware that the two of them were on such intimate terms.

“No, I haven’t heard,” I admitted.

Robin went on, “I got some stuff for her last night and put it on her butt. I hope it helps.”

An image wanted to unfold before my eyes, but I quickly squashed it by changing my vantage point. “Well, she’s been sitting a lot. Maybe that’s why she developed sores.”

“I don’t think so. She rarely sits. She usually lies down because of her arthritis,” Robin added.

Now I was completely flabbergasted. I hadn’t kept up with the details of Cindy’s medical condition, but neither had I ever noticed signs of arthritis in my interactions with her. And I certainly had never seen her lie down at work. “She has arthritis?” I wondered.

Without missing a beat, Robin added, “I took her to Petco last night and had her nails trimmed. They were getting really long.”

My mental wheels went into overdrive for several seconds. Then I broke out laughing.”Robin, I was talking about Cindy. You were talking about your dog, Cinder, weren’t you?”

Have you ever experienced a paradigm shift?

 

 

 

Reluctant Convert

Monday, April 15th, 2013

A skeptic by nature and by and large disinclined to buy into non-specific promises, I confidently stepped into one of those new designer churches a few weeks ago. Bright, airy, and inviting, with lots of glass and chrome, the sanctuary seemed to beg for a closer look. And before I knew it, I found myself standing on consecrated grounds.

In one swift scan I assessed my surroundings. The men and woman seated along one wall of this place of worship were heathens, I guessed. Each one had been paired with a church elder, wearing an eye-catching blue T-shirt with a logo on his chest. They were ubiquitous and easy to recognize. I had no doubt that these dyads were involved in one-on-one Bible Study. On the opposite side of the sanctuary, other prospective converts clustered around an elder in apparent group-study. I surmised that Sunday school was in full swing as well because children as young as two years of age were seemingly riveted in prayer. And in the front of this House of God, High Priests dispensed the Holy Sacrament from behind an altar.

A bit taken back by the intensity of the atmosphere around me, I was about to retreat when one of the elders greeted me warmly and invited me deeper into the sanctuary. I shook my head, “I’m a non-believer.”

“No problem,” the young man replied without the slightest hint of pressure and gently led me to the Tree of Knowledge. “I’m Trevor. Here, taste this fruit,” he tempted me. “It’s the fruit of wisdom. I’ll bet you’ve never tasted anything like it. Go ahead. Try it!”

Wary at first, I took a small bite. It was good. I took another bite.
“Once you tasted this fruit, you’ll never want anything else,” Trevor assured me.

I don’t recall what happened next, but before I knew it, I was scheduled for my first One-to-One at the Church of the Apple because I now, too, own a Mac.

 

 

 

Field Station Teufelsberg

Monday, April 8th, 2013

The motto, In God we trust; all others we monitor, was never more applicable than in West Berlin during the Cold War. During those years, the US National Security Agency (NSA) erected a Field Station in the British sector of the city where I grew up. Located at the edge of Berlin’s largest forested area, the Grunewald, the post’s mission remained shrouded in secrecy. Rumors had it that the purpose of the station, used by both American and British personnel, was to eavesdrop on the communications of East Germany, the Soviet Union and Warsaw Pact countries.

The complex stood atop of the Teufelsberg (Devil’s Mountain), a hill that was man-made from close to 424 million cubic feet of World War II rubble. Between 1945 (the end of the war) and 1950, it had been the job of Truemmerfrauen (rubble women) to sift through tons of debris, pick out reusable bricks, chip away the mortar, and to load them onto carts and lories as reconstruction material. The leftover refuse was then lugged to the Grunewald and other locations in the city. It was from this rubble, that the 377-foot-highTeufelsberg was created; and on top of it, the NSA erected a 262 foot-high spy station.

The first intelligence units moved onto the mound in July 1961. More permanent buildings were erected in 1963. Three huge globes and two radomes topped the facilities. Over the years, the station grew into one of the West’s largest intelligence-gathering posts. Its secret mission continued until the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 after which the station was closed and the equipment removed. But the building shells remained, and they are still standing today.

The 1990s brought talks of preserving Field Station Teufelsberg as a spy museum. Six years later, the site was sold to developers with plans for a hotel, a restaurant, and a museum.  But the project was abandoned when funds ran out. In 2008, American filmmaker David Lynch tried to turn the site into a Transcendental Meditation Center but could not secure the city’s approval. More recently, there have been calls to preserve the site and turn it into a memorial.

Also visit http://walled-in-berlin.com/j-elke-ertle-/legacy-of-rubble-women/ to read about the work of the Truemmerfrauen (rubble women).

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on my home page and feel free to follow my blog about anything German: historic and current events, people, places and food.

Walled-In is my story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War. Juxtaposing the events that engulfed Berlin during the Berlin Blockade, the Berlin Airlift, the Berlin Wall and Kennedy’s Berlin visit with the struggle against my equally insurmountable parental walls, Walled-In is about freedom vs. conformity, conflict vs. harmony, domination vs. submission, loyalty vs. betrayal.

 

 

Legacy of Rubble Women

Monday, April 1st, 2013

Rubble women, or Trümmerfrauen in German, were at the heart of the German reconstruction following World War II. When the war ended in 1945, Germany’s large cities lay in ruins. Bombings and ground fighting had left behind tons and tons of rubble. If all of this debris had been loaded onto railroad cars, the resulting train would have been 99,500 miles long and stretched four times around the earth.

Since so many men had died or were still held prisoners of war, it was up to the surviving women, children, and the elderly to clean up the mess. In Berlin, forty percent of all structures in the city had been destroyed, and 60,000 Trümmerfrauen went to work. Some volunteered, others were conscripted by Allied law. With few tools, these women carried off the debris, including steel girders, beams and wall sections, and formed human chains that handed small pails of rubble from one person to the next. With their bare hands, the rubble women loaded the debris onto carts and lories. Because of the lack of horses and motorized trucks immediately after the war, they often ended up pulling the wagons themselves.

Rubble was the main postwar reconstruction material. Before materially sound bricks could be reused, Trümmerfrauen had to knock or scrap off the mortar. Although the work was hard, it only paid 0.70 Deutsche Mark ($0.35) per hour. Even for that time, it was an extremely low wage. But most women volunteered for something other than pay: They worked for an upgrade of their food ration classification. Food was so scarce that in some cases it amounted to barely more than 700 calories per day. While non-working residents fell into category V-the lowest classification-heavy laborers, which included Trümmerfrauen, fell into category II. This higher classification translated into 400 grams of fat per month-twice the standard ration-100 grams of meat, and one pound of bread per day. Because it was a way to survive and to feed their families, rubble women came from all walks of life, from worker families to members of the previously well-to-do upper class.

But it was not until 1987 that the German Government remembered its still living rubble women for their contribution to the postwar reconstruction by giving them a small increase in their pension benefits.

Also visit http://www.walled-in-berlin.com/j-elke-ertle/field-station-teufelsberg/ to read about what happened to all that debris.

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on my home page and feel free to follow my blog about anything German: historic and current events, people, places and food.

Walled-In is my story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War. Juxtaposing the events that engulfed Berlin during the Berlin Blockade, the Berlin Airlift, the Berlin Wall and Kennedy’s Berlin visit with the struggle against my equally insurmountable parental walls, Walled-In is about freedom vs. conformity, conflict vs. harmony, domination vs. submission, loyalty vs. betrayal.

 

Welcome Aboard!

Monday, March 25th, 2013

The other day, I was reminded that life is rather like a train ride. When we first board the train of life, we assume that our friends will accompany us all the way to our final destination. But all too often we must discover, that some of them will get off before we do, letting us continue alone. At first, we may feel sad and deserted, but as people get on and off throughout our journey we grow accustomed to new travel companions.

Some passengers will marvel at unexpected panoramas, others will remain unimpressed. While many stations will strike us as fascinating and inviting, others will appear unattractive and depressing. To our surprise and consternation, some of our dearest friends and family members may choose a compartment several cars away from us. Or we may find that the seat next to them is already taken. We may barely take notice of some travelers; yet we may miss others so much after they reached the endpoint of their voyage that we don’t want to continue the trip without them.

Life, like a train ride, is full of challenges, hopes, dreams, and good-byes. It adds to the mystery that throughout this journey, we can’t be certain of our arrival time or of our final destination. Neither do we know for sure when our fellow passengers might detrain, not even the ones sitting next to us.

All we know is that at some point we will be asked to get off the train once and for all. No doubt, it will hurt to have to leave behind those with whom we have shared this journey. But until then, I would like to invite you to join me for a few miles, take the seat next to me, point out some sights I may have missed and share a story or two. Welcome aboard, my fellow traveler!

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on my home page and feel free to follow my blog about anything German: historic or current events, people, places or food.

Walled-In is my story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War. Juxtaposing the events that engulfed Berlin during the Berlin Blockade, the Berlin Airlift, the Berlin Wall and Kennedy’s Berlin visit with the struggle against my equally insurmountable parental walls, Walled-In is about freedom vs. conformity, conflict vs. harmony, domination vs. submission, loyalty vs. betrayal.

  

IT’S A BOOK!

Monday, March 18th, 2013

17 ounces

6 inches by 9 inches

I am so pleased to announce the birth of my memoir, Walled-In, A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom. It is scheduled to enter this world on May 31, 2013. As the proud Mom I have to admit that the gestation period was a journey in itself. I mistakenly assumed that writing a book would be my biggest challenge. Wrong. Although it was a labor of love that tested my recall and writing abilities, the process was not nearly as daunting as getting the book on the market. And I am not done yet. So far, I have put the editing, designing, printing, and distribution challenges behind me, but if no one hears about Walled-In, has the book really been written? Therefore, I am now cheerfully embarking on the next phase in my life as a newly baked author-Mom: The promotion of Walled-In, the true story of my growing up against the backdrop of postwar Berlin and the Cold War.

Never having worked in sales, I doubt that promoting myself will come easy. But I can’t let uneasiness stand in the way of my dream. I have always wanted to share what it was like to live behind not one – but two – walls and hope that interweaving history with my personal experiences will make it an enjoyable experience for you, the reader.

Walled-In is available in print as well as in e-Book format. You can order from your favorite bookstore, from Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or by clicking on my Website, walled-in-berlin.com; you can even pre-order from any of the above sources.

The first twenty-some pages of my book can be read on my website to give you a taste of the story which will, after many twists and turns, find me on a plane to San Diego. If you like what your read, please consider purchasing the book in print- or eBook version. And if you really liked it, please spread the word. Readers are much more included to make a purchase that was recommended by a friend than one based on an advertisement. If you live within San Diego County, I am happy to talk to your book club, women’s club, or service organization. Simply contact me via walled.in.berlin@gmail.com, or via Facebook or Twitter.