Stan B
Well-Known Member
Nancy, in all fairness, I am not at all sorry for my lousy childhood, and quite frankly, I am grateful for it. Comfort builds apathy, and adversity builds strength and character, and most of all, reliance upon the Creator.
The Bible I took with me, was my greatest treasure, which I acquired when I was 12 years of age. I kept it hidden in my bedroom, so no one would know what I was up to. I still have it along with a lot of other Bibles I have used over the years. When I recently flipped through it I was surprised at how worn, torn and taped up, the Book of Revelation was. I have even encountered ministers in recent times, ones with academic degrees in theology, who are completely baffled by the Book of Revelation, but for me, it is so simple, like reading a grade 1 reader.
As for writing an autobiography, I am already exhausted from spending so many years writing the biography of my family history, which goes into documented detail 1650 to the lower German Rhine Palatine, the cradle of the Ashkenazi Jews in Europe. The Ashkenazim can be traced back to the destruction of Jerusalem in AD 70, after which, to make a living, migrated to Rome, which was already overwhelmed with artisans. So in AD 300, when the Roman army marched north to subdue the barbarians across the Rhine, they chose to follow, and service the Roman Army as it travelled north. Once the barbarians were defeated, the Jews chose to stay in the Rhine Mosel River triangle, a fertile land in which they envisioned a new life as they planted their vineyards.
I have written and accumulated thousands of pages of first-hand family history, which has overwhelmed the insignificant part I might have played in my family history. Now, I am old and tired, but enjoy reflecting back upon "A Wonderful Life" :)
