So, my friend and I got to talking. I don't recall much but I do recall this: She seemed obsessed with hidden treasure or riches. She may have been right. We lived well but no conspicuously so. We got to talking about the sailboat my Grandfather had.
The sailboat was 38' long. She said "So, he has a yacht?" or something like that to which I replied "Oh yeah, every nazi needs a yacht" and she spit her drink all over the place and choked. People seem to think its funny.
I don't know what I think about it but I do know this: It would seem that, indeed, every nazi needs a yacht.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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Hi.
Welcome to everynazineedsayacht blog.
Back in the 90s a dear friend of mine with considerable more knowledge about the people in my life than I seemed to have confronted me with two truths. 1. I was not related to the people that I thought were my family. 2. They were escaped nazis.
I believe the truth has a certain resonance that regardless of how heinous, inconvenient, unwelcome, or unbelievable, it still rings true.
Let me be honest here, it is kind of hard to say I was truly shocked. I think the shock I felt that day was that the denial worn so often by so many parts of my personality would no longer work for me. I mean, it is kind of difficult to deny any knowledge of the facts my friend presented to me when I had seen (and threatened to let others see) an 8x10 black and white picture of my Grandfather's wife, left profile, black SS Uniform, swastika arm band and that mesmerized look.
You may have heard of her. Her name is Nancy Reagan.
It gets better.
Welcome to everynazineedsayacht blog.
Back in the 90s a dear friend of mine with considerable more knowledge about the people in my life than I seemed to have confronted me with two truths. 1. I was not related to the people that I thought were my family. 2. They were escaped nazis.
I believe the truth has a certain resonance that regardless of how heinous, inconvenient, unwelcome, or unbelievable, it still rings true.
Let me be honest here, it is kind of hard to say I was truly shocked. I think the shock I felt that day was that the denial worn so often by so many parts of my personality would no longer work for me. I mean, it is kind of difficult to deny any knowledge of the facts my friend presented to me when I had seen (and threatened to let others see) an 8x10 black and white picture of my Grandfather's wife, left profile, black SS Uniform, swastika arm band and that mesmerized look.
You may have heard of her. Her name is Nancy Reagan.
It gets better.
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