This, of course, is Mrs. T standing behind a favorite shrub, next to our driveway. It's name is Red Prince Weigela. No, not red haired Prince Harry of England, whose grandmother the Queen, recently wholeheartedly, breaking all tradition, approved his engagement to bi-racial divorced, movie star, Catholic, and beautiful Meghan. My favorite prince was Prince Otto Von Bismarck, who united the German States in the 1860s, made the Prussian King into an Emperor thru a few successful wars and created a peace till WWI long after he retired. Under his leadership Germany was the first country to establish modern social security for its people.
Fortunately, my peace loving Lutheran great grandfather decided to bring his draft eligible sons to America during those early wars of unification. Thus my early American German heritage rests on the practice of draft dodging. The old saw of "play a marching tune and Germans will line up in parade ready to march off to war" was not universally true...:
My favorite prince, Otto von Bismarck
This all brings us to my grandfather. Karl (Charles) Wilhelm (William) Potthoff who came to America alone as a teenager in 1868. I, his grandson by his youngest son, was born the 1941 just before the beginning of The War. We lived in an apartment on the East Side in St. Paul just a few blocks from my grandparents home. I remember my grandfather arriving at our apartment several times a week with a cane and a small bag in hand. Here he is with me, my grandma and my parents a few years later in 1948.
So what was in that little white bag my Grandpa carried and that I'm still addicted to?
Yes, it was Bismarck's named after my favorite German besides my immigrant Grandpa...:)