legs, then stretching down the skirt again to cover my knees. I saw to it that he did not come too close. We said good-bye to that gentleman because we had- -so we said—another appointment. We then went to a photographer (they all were open for business that night) and Maria wanted him to take a picture of her daughter and of me in our gypsy costumes. (I still have those pictures.) Of course, Maria showed me how to be a good housewife, and how to behave, and to dance. Antje had taught me already how to knit and to crochet and to do other feminine chores, including how to speak even in a more feminine way than I already could do by nature. Now my education was continued by Maria.

Unfortunately, both girls vied in making me up and doing my hair themselves and only occasionally was I allowed to do it myself. There- fore I am still pretty clumsy at it, and notwithstanding all my efforts do not manage too well, still needing the help of others to obtain a good appearance.

After the war was over I came to this country, and for a very long time I could not practice my favorite "hobby." To make things worse, I had forgotten almost completely how to knit and to crochet and now I am trying to get started again after having finally obtained an apart- ment of my own (a very small one, but it is mine).

I have had a few embarrassing things happen to me which involved my TVing. For instance, one evening when I was just in my undies, and bra but fortunately with my wig on, the spring actuated shade jumped up leaving me to the possible sight of a neighbor, fortunately at some distance, so that I could turn my head away and quickly put the lights out before I pulled down the shade again. I was still wearing an earring I had forgotten to take off in the morning, I discovered this in the ele- vator, but fortunately I was alone and removed it before somebody got on at the next floor. Once I forgot to remove the red lacquer on my two big toe nails before I went to the podiatrist (or foot doctor).—I discovered it when I had removed my socks and was about to have my preliminary footbath before I had to meet the doctor in another booth and start the treatment. I looked desperately in my pocket for something to remove the lacquer. Luckily I found in a pocket a nail file, and quickly scratched it off. I am sure some traces were still left, but ap- parently the foot doctor did not see them, or he just chose to overlook it.

Well, that is all for now.

-ANN

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