Hope is half happiness Němec Angličtina čeština English German

So who of you puts water on the stove? The water has to boil so that I can properly rinse the cookware again.
A young girl from the village answered immediately.
Now potatoes need to be peeled. Who is ready for this?
An older farmer's wife was willing to do this.
I also need a helper for the ribbon noodles. I can say that a little girl who wanted to collaborate in a lively manner.
About seven or eight women and girls were now preparing the delicious dishes for the big festival in Buch in the Haßberg mountains.
During this stay in Buch, the young Georg Niklaus became aware of Maria from Augsfeld.
The celebration was a great success. All guests praised the excellent cuisine. However, this door was always locked.
If we wanted to go to bed, we had to go through the living room and into the slightly elevated chamber.
There were two beds in this room. Our grandma slept in the front bed, my twin brother and I slept in the bed behind it.
The beds were one behind the other. The foot ends collided. As a rule, we always went to sleep with Grandma.
She prayed with us and then we talked for a while, after which we fell asleep.
In the morning we always smelled our grandma's freshly brewed coffee beans.
We children drank Kaba or malt coffee from Lindes or Quick.
On Sunday there was usually my grandma's health cake for breakfast.
Yes, and in a Catholic village we went to church every Sunday.
The process was actually always the same.
My twin brother was later an acolyte and was involved in the ceremony.
I didn't dare to take part as an acolyte.
Even when delivering cakes at our communion, I was too shy to bring cakes and tarts to the neighbors.
Later our pastor Hörning wanted me to carry the microphone with the amplifier.
That was ok to me.
Then our old house was demolished.
A new two story house was built.
For all of us, this meant a major change in our lifestyle.
We children and my grandma were allowed to sleep with the neighbors across the street.