Growing up as a youth, the Berlin Wall was a part of life-- something I knew about and fairly well understood, but perhaps not in-depth as to cause and origins, only that it kept the East Berliners in and the West Berliners out. As I grew to the age where I could roam about the city more freely than just the neighborhoods, I visited the Daily News Journal and went through their newspaper morgue to find out what was going on the day I was born. News of the Berlin Airlift was front page, and what little I remembered from that article led me to understand that the beginning of the Berlin Wall came into existence roughly around the time I came into the world, and I thought that was a terrible thing to have to live with, so I set my mind to the task of seeing that wall come down. Some people would call it prayer, others wishful thinking, but I just thought of it as something that *must* occur. When the news of the wall falling swept the airwaves (pre-internet for just about everyone except government folk and scientists) I crossed this item off my to-do list, what people today call a bucket list.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 18:08:55 +0000