Recollections of Anna (Fiance to Hans Bothmann)

[euskanoravian]

Miss Bothmann, these memories that you have are quite fascinating to read. I can relate to a lot of it. I have to add that I also had a horrible temper. I still do. It seems to be getting worse, not better. I suppose I have a lot of work to do as far as that goes.

Blessed Be,
Andi

[privatetucker]

Oct 20, 2010 14:57:16 GMT -5 @sweetlunapie said:

That is so, so romantic!
You two seem like such balanced and adorable pair! Ahh! So cute!

I figured that it still was that way, and somehow, it makes me happy inside.

Yes, yes yes! It makes me all happy to see the two of you together, reunited after such a traumatic separation.

I'm so happy the two of you found each other again. <3

[Miss Bothmann]

Thanks for the comments you guys. Yes, Anna loved Hans very much...in fact, more than she loved anyone. I agree with you Luna..he was going to go over there, and I knew that I had to prevent the situation from escalating. Andi, please do not beat yourself up over your anger issues. As sweet as Anna was in my past life, I have irritability issues stemming from other lifetimes that I really need to resolve. I know what you mean and it can really ruin your day.

[euskanoravian]

I have unresolved anger issues that stemmed from other previous lives too. I have a lot to work through still.

Blessed Be,
Andi

[Miss Bothmann]

Anna as a Child in Austria Recall

I am standing in a very small, cluttered beer hall. Literally everyone is almost packed in back to back, though there are small tables and a main bar with barstools. I do not understand the talk that is going on. Directly in front of me is a very portly, jovial man. He wears round spectacles and sports a thick mustache that curls slightly upwards at the ends. The room is full of cigarette and cigar smoke. I know that this is not my father due to the way he is dressed--he seems lower class. The man is speaking at least to one other person (or anyone who will hear him). I look to my right and I see a long grey trenchcoat with dark buttons. I follow it up with my eyes, and I see a very handsome man with dark brown hair clipped at the neck neatly. He wears what looks like a bowler hat, but I am not exactly sure. He looks down at me and smiles. His eyes are very blue. This man is my father. He looks no older than 30.

I began to pick up some of the words of what the fat guy is saying. "I am telling you, man. This Party is our future. This is our greatest chance. I believe that he will deliver." My father says nothing, for he is already in the "movement"...he needs no convincing. Suddenly, I get the thought of my brother --he is in Germany right now. My brother is only a few years older than me, but he is having his schooling in Germany. The fat man then stoops over and picks me up. "Like this beautiful little girl...she is our future gentlemen." I laugh at him and try to play with his mustache. He smiles and sets me back down. I soon get bored and I begin to wander by the bar. Many of the patrons look down at me. I try to walk towards the middle of the aisle so as not to soil my dress. Suddenly, I hear my father's voice. "Anna." I turn to go back to him.

[Laurasia]

Aww my little Anna. If only I could have seen you when you were that small.

Sincerely,
Laurasia

[Miss Bothmann]

Funny..hardeharhar.

[Miss Bothmann]

Remembering A Bombing

**I received this recollection while deep in meditation**

The first thing that I see is that this is some sort of church setting. I cannot tell what sort of church it is..it resembles Catholic in some ways. There are stained glass windows around the perimeter for instance. However, there are no statues of saints or of Mary. The inside is painted white and it seems to have wooden beams near the high ceiling.

**I am seeing this recollection from an outside perspective, then it changes to the first-person**

Anna is kneeling on the floor directly in the center aisle. Her hands are clapsed in prayer, a look of desperation on her face. She is looking up at what must be Jesus on the cross. *I force my vision to see what she sees* Jesus on the cross is indeed in the center of the apse area. Flanked on either side are large, long banners with swastikas in the center. Directly behind Christ, mounted on the wall, is a large picture of the Fuhrer. There are many candles lit in this area, though it is daylight outside. *Here, I again switch to the outside perspective*

Anna is wearing a silk, patterned scarf in her hair, which hangs straight down. She is wearing a white blouse which buttons up, and a pair of what looks like black slacks. Suddenly there is the sound of booming from outside. I see flashes of light through the stained glass at times, coinciding with the loud booms. Some, I can tell are also farther away. I can faintly hear the air raid siren from somewhere. I get the feeling that where I am is not in the direct path, but it is somewhere close. A loud crash resounds outside. Anna jumps a little and closes her eyes.

Suddenly the door to the church opens. At first I feel frightened as to who is coming in. I see a man in a dark suit enter and sit at one of the pews. He proceeds to go to his knees and bow his head. I breathe a sigh of relief. After more loud noise from outside, the vision fades.

[Laurasia]

Hi Miss Bothmann.

I just hate hearing of all the terror that you went through when I couldn't be there to keep you safe.

Sincerely,
Laurasia

[Miss Bothmann]

Aww, it wasn't your fault.

Besides, there were a lot of people who had to endure that situation unfortunately.

[gumby]

Apr 3, 2011 20:08:09 GMT -5 Miss Bothmann said:

Remembering A Bombing

**I received this recollection while deep in meditation**

The first thing that I see is that this is some sort of church setting. I cannot tell what sort of church it is..it resembles Catholic in some ways. There are stained glass windows around the perimeter for instance. However, there are no statues of saints or of Mary. The inside is painted white and it seems to have wooden beams near the high ceiling.

**I am seeing this recollection from an outside perspective, then it changes to the first-person**

Anna is kneeling on the floor directly in the center aisle. Her hands are clapsed in prayer, a look of desperation on her face. She is looking up at what must be Jesus on the cross. *I force my vision to see what she sees* Jesus on the cross is indeed in the center of the apse area. Flanked on either side are large, long banners with swastikas in the center. Directly behind Christ, mounted on the wall, is a large picture of the Fuhrer. There are many candles lit in this area, though it is daylight outside. *Here, I again switch to the outside perspective*

Anna is wearing a silk, patterned scarf in her hair, which hangs straight down. She is wearing a white blouse which buttons up, and a pair of what looks like black slacks. Suddenly there is the sound of booming from outside. I see flashes of light through the stained glass at times, coinciding with the loud booms. Some, I can tell are also farther away. I can faintly hear the air raid siren from somewhere. I get the feeling that where I am is not in the direct path, but it is somewhere close. A loud crash resounds outside. Anna jumps a little and closes her eyes.

Suddenly the door to the church opens. At first I feel frightened as to who is coming in. I see a man in a dark suit enter and sit at one of the pews. He proceeds to go to his knees and bow his head. I breathe a sigh of relief. After more loud noise from outside, the vision fades.

I remember so much of the bombing, Miss Bothmann, it must have been terrorfying to hear it even at a distance. I have such memories as well. Here is one of my memories that I have written in my recollections:

It was the first week of December, 1944.. I was outside in the backyard helping Grandfather with the chores. I was helping him to stack firewood when we heard the low hum of planes in the distance. We stopped our work to look up at the sky.

There were not any planes above. No, the sound of the planes seemed to be coming from somewhere towards the west of the house. I followed Grandfather as he walked to the alley. We had a better view of the woods towards the west from here, and the constant drone of the planes seemed to be coming from that direction, well beyond the golden treetops, whose leaves had not yet completely shed.

Now we could hear the far off percussion of bombs exploding.

A town towards the west of Stuttgart was being bombed. I felt sick in my stomach as I heard one rumbling explosion after the other, along with the constant drone of the bombers circling their target. A purple haze of smoke now spread across the horizon above the tree line, where golden leaves glistened in the sunlight of early afternoon.

Grandfather and I went back to the chores, as the sounds of bombs continued for a lengthy time. We had to keep busy to keep our minds off of what was happening. On this day the planes would get closer.

Later that day, we all had to take cover in the cellar as the airfields and marshalling yards were bombed. It felt like the bombs were falling all around us.

My sister and I began to cry in our mother's arms. She held us closely. I looked up into her face, and could see her tear streaked face. She also cried.

[Miss Bothmann]

I know..it was horrible that we had to deal with the constant air raids..the shelters..would we get to sleep through the night or would we be awakened to run for shelter?
Fortunately, the entire war wasn't like this for me, but it was a pretty constant thing from 1944 on.

[gumby]

Yes this is true in 1944 the bombing became very intense, America had come into the war and this tipped the balance of power. We were now being bombed at night as well as in the daytime. The psychological toll was hard on everyone in the cities, many people fled the urban areas but we stayed put. Some of my most intense memories from this time came in dreams, or I should say nightmares.

[ignotus]

Aug 28, 2010 15:36:45 GMT -5 Miss Bothmann said:

Nuremburg Rally

Hans has escorted me to a rally where the Fuhrer is speaking. Often Hans yells "Ja!" entusiastically just like the other loud males in the audience. Anna has this overwhelming feeling of pride that the Fuhrer is so loved. I can feel the energy of the crowd...it is like when lightening is close by. Part of me wants to shout out as well, but that would not be appropriate. I satisfy myself with smiles and gestures.
Hans notices a man (lower rank--only 2 bars on his uniform) wink at me. Hans takes a drag off his cigarette and then flicks it at the gentleman. It is quite amusing to see the man jumping around, swatting at his uniform, afraid that it will catch fire. I do not think that he will glance my way again. I want to laugh, but I feel Hans grip my waist tighter and pull me closer.

*Other noteworthy things about this recollection: 1. Hans was wearing his gray uniform with hat. 2. Hans sort of snickered when the man began jumping around. Not out of amusement though, more like distaste.

I must admit that this recollection made me laugh...one of the few thus far that has been able to do so. Just the sight of this guy swatting at his uniform was hysterical to see.

Now.. Why on Earth do I feel like writing a love story now..? I don't really write love stories...

[Miss Bothmann]

Haha. Aww, I am glad that it touched you. Seriously, it was freaking hilarious to see this play out in the recollection. But, yes, it was definite true love. *sigh*

P.S. Sorry that it took me a while to respond. My computer is from the Dark Ages.