I previously mentioned a church that had piles of bones. The plaque above was next to the bone cavern. I know Mom plans on having Grandma translate, but maybe any of you German readers out there could leave their translation in the comments.
Drinking Gluhwein (mulled wine) and enjoying the food.
Believe it or not, this is our Christmas dinner. After a long day of driving to the concentration camp (120 miles) then visiting the camp we needed a hot meal for the trip back. We had packed cold sandwiches but when we found an open MickyD's the temptation was too much to resist.
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