The Photograph Vienna 1920
There was no morning sun that day. It was cold for October. The girls were not easy to wake as they all wanted to stay in bed as long as they could because it was Saturday. And since there was no school, they always slept in, but not this Saturday. Mama was not going to let that happen. "Good morning, liebchen. It is a special day for the Swartz family, so we must rise and shine and face the day together." Mama was very chipper that day, which was somewhat unusual. Most days, she was somber and overwhelmed. Papa was a soldier and away from his family for months at a time. It was rare that he came home. And when he did, it was not for long. Yet the girls always knew he loved them. It was in his eyes and the way he smiled at them. When he put his girls to bed, he always told them the story of the magic egg. They didn't know how he knew that story if he read it in a book somewhere or just made it up, but it always made them laugh, and it...