Die fromme Helene - 10. Kapitel

Ich lese vor: Wilhelm Busch's "Die fromme Helene", 10. Kapitel.
Viel Spass❤️😊
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[@amandamcquade1272]

Hello, Dear 😇📚🗣🇩🇪 It is good to hear your expressive voice again. And I missed the illustrations, too. 📜✍️ Danke. 😊🫠🫡

[@alana_k_novak]

Ohh I just saw your comment! YT didn't notify me... I'm so happy you were listening, and hoping you are well☺💝

[@amandamcquade1272]

I am doing remarkably well...considering the intense Sea Changes in my Life...here my natural instinct is to call you something personal and German, like "liebchen"...is that okay? And I don't mean "is that how you spell it?" Alana, I have barely had 2 minutes to rub together for YT comments these last 2 months! But I thought of you for a moment, when I showed my late sister Delia's best friend, Neeru, a Tablescape I created on our ancestral family Dining Table (a beautiful pedastal table, with rich dark leaves...and quite wide, to give the Hosts at head and foot good "elbow room".) Anyway, at my brother Michael's hypothetical​ seat, on my Mother's right (he is second child of four, Delia is third. They have both passed now, from Multiple Sclerosis...my eldest brother still lives, though he is in Twilight, and takes Warfarin due to a blood clot several years ago, after a stroke. I am the youngest, seated on my Mother's left...She is gone on now, too, at 91...and my father escaped ALS and Life back in 1979, when he was only 50. Like Baseball Player Lou Gherig, fpr whom that dread disease is named (think "Pride of the Yankees") my Dad was nearly "The Iron Horse". But back to the Tablescape...at Michael's monstrously mischievous place, among other simply sweeter tokens, sits a sepia&bold black, green-spined hardbàck (German-only) copy of Max Und Moritz, by Wilhelm Busch. Michael was surely headed for the Miller's Grinder, if you know what I mean. But/and he surely got ground into Duck Meal, by M.S. and circumstances of his own choice and making (ding- dang dodo duck!😮) The table WAS set up for 6, my Father, Mother, and us 4 kids, ranged out from a 17-year span...but I made a "Process Improvement" after a couple of days, and added 1) my BIL Pete, husband to my Darling Delia, no extra chair because he often used a wheelchair (and if not, their spirits can easily share a chair, lovebirds flying free now) AND now there is a SEVENTH chair, one next to my Ded (who moved over to give him room at the Head of the Table (both natural bookworms, but with practical day to day skills to balance the vast Headspace with Hand and Heart!) My old fellow John, here and not here, has a hypohetical chance at sitting at Holiday Table with my family...and IF he did, he would have one of the Host Seats, East or West, I don't care which one he wants! I will take the other pole, and the Table Map will Map Itself! I know this sounds goofy...but I am being sincere. No subterfuge or trickery, to steal the Widow Tibbets' poor hens and rooster, for a rooftop feast. Max and Moritz are very bad, and Spitz is right, to want to bite them! I have to go now...but will be bsck soon, for the next chapter. Danke, Liebchen 🫡🌚🇩🇪🐑🫠😉🖤❤️💛👋👋👋@@alana_k_novak