New Blog Series on my Mashugana Family (Hard to Believe People This Crazy Once Existed)

Well it finally happened. The story of my mashugana family is going to be told. My mom always wanted me to be writer. But as her father said in his 1952 letter to the Swiss government, she had the equivalent schooling of an eight year old. She saw I was writing all these boring religious things and wanted me to write about her, but she really didn't have much of an idea what was going on around her. I love my mother but it is probably true. Anyway, it will start to get exposed by Gigi here. 

Wow! You could write a book about your family! ... Are you kidding... You've got multi-generational interest... from Hermann to Georg to Margarete and Yvonne to Edgar... and proof that the Swiss were not as "neutral" as they like to think... and how people could slip through the cracks of "not our problem" and no one really cared. Deep human interest story...

I am flattered but no one in my family ever thought it was so interest. Sort of depressing to be honest. But don't listen to me. Listen to Gigi and follow at the other blog. 

I knew always knew I came from a mentally challenged family by the way my mom always qualified her remembrance of the past. When I was 16 the Canadian government had this census and this other mother down the street was organizing it and gave me a job as a census taker. She was Swiss and she wanted to be friends with my mom. My mom wanted nothing to do with her. HATED the Swiss more than the Germans, more than Nazis. I always thought that was weird. She could marry a German but Swiss. Really, really hated the Swiss.