Your role model is your compass
Joy and sorrow are a wheel that turns.
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Many others were waiting for their turn.The good thing was that everyone helped out with the neighbors.The day finally came when our courtyard gate was opened to the monster.There was a freshly ironed towel on each bowl.Then they were invited to dinner in the room.Sliced bread was on the table. Sausage, cheese and butter. As a side dish, pickles, mustard, pepper and salt. Beer and lemonade.The table was richly set and after the thanksgiving prayer we ate. The machinist insisted on inspecting the threshing machine he was entrusted with.All helpers chatted happily about the excellent cooperation...
Many others were waiting for their turn.The good thing was that everyone helped out with the neighbors.The day finally came when our courtyard gate was opened to the monster.There was a freshly ironed towel on each bowl.Then they were invited to dinner in the room.Sliced bread was on the table. Sausage, cheese and butter. As a side dish, pickles, mustard, pepper and salt. Beer and lemonade.The table was richly set and after the thanksgiving prayer we ate. The machinist insisted on inspecting the threshing machine he was entrusted with.All helpers chatted happily about the excellent cooperation on this threshing day and praised my grandma for the good physical care.The machinist had to be brought back specially. He still greased all the grease nipples on his machine.He joined us as the star of the day and the community stayed with us for a long time. In front of our old house there was a wayside shrine that people in Franconia also call Martella. Our grandmother told us that a treasure was buried under the wayside shrine. When our old house had to give way to a new one, the time had finally come. The wayside shrine was cleared and an excavation pit was dug. The wheel loader dug deeper and deeper into the sandy soil. Augsfeld lies in the Main meadows. That is why there is a lot of sand at the bottom of the ground from the foothills of the Haßberge to the slopes of the Steigerwald. Little by little the machine came to the place where we suspected the gold treasure. The driver carefully unloaded shovel by shovel onto the back of the truck. We boys wanted to play it safe and dug up the last piece with our hands. Nothing. Absolutely nothing but red-brown wet sand came out. No box, just solid, grown sand. We were disappointed. Well, we came to terms with the disillusionment and processed the frustration by helping out with the construction of the house. After the ground was dug, a huge hole gaped in the property. The building contractor
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