“Git Out Dee Nice Kaffee Set, Landa”

I guess mom and dad got married over there in Salzburg sometime in September. That was the month when she always started hopin’ for somethin’ from dad. Nothin’ ever came though. He didn’t want to commemorate that. Hell . . . he probably regretted it . . . marryin’ her. But how could he know she was nuts back then? She couldn’t even speak English. He expected a language barrier but he didn’t expect an out right imbecile. One day mom said, “Tomorrow I vont to celebrate my anniwersary Landa . . . I vont to have a party.” I just looked at my mom. This was a person who had NEVER had a party. She had no friends to invite, no food to serve and no invitations to send. She was sittin’ on the couch. She looked around the room and then proclaimed, “I’m goink to have it like open house.” She quickly got up and started dusting and cleanin’. She pranced around so cheerful . . . like she really expected that some one might actually show up.