ABSTRACT
on my return to champaign from germany in May 1947, I stopped in Chicago to visit Claire and her family. She was expecting her second child. Five months later, she gave birth to Barbara, the last-born of my four nephews and nieces. Claire handed me a letter from Hildegard. When I had suggested in my farewell message to Hildegard that it would be best if we tried to forget each other, I was hoping that I would never hear from her again. Yet I must have been hoping also that I would hear from her again. Otherwise I would hardly have given Claire’s Brompton Avenue apartment as my return address on the last food parcel I sent her before leaving Durlach for the States.
