As the sound of the stork's flapping wings got
louder, we realized we had to find some more spacious, if not more
elegant, accommodations. Since the army had assumed I was independently
wealthy and therefore not in need of much in the way of compensation,
this became a problem. The only thing to do was to move to the suburbs.
In this case, it was a small village some 15 miles or so to the north
called Kemmern. Here we rented a small detached house at 57 1/9 Kemmern
from Herr Kupski. He had built the small house some years before for his
bride, whose untimely death had left it vacant. Herr Kupski's elderly
parents lived in a small hovel on the same property. They relished
acting as surrogate grandparents to our newly arrived daughter.