My Mother’s Life After 1953
About the time that I graduated from high school and went East to college (1959), my mother took a job as admissions recruiter for a small private college in Missouri (I believe it was Christian College). She moved to Fontana, Wisconsin, on the shore of Lake Geneva in the southeast corner of the state, and traveled the Illinois – Wisconsin area, visiting high schools to persuade graduates to attend “her” school. After a few years, she changed employers, and now worked as recruiter for another small Missouri college (I believe, William Woods) traveling the Southern California region, and moved to Riverside and then to Santa Monica, CA.
It was there that my father’s cousin Heinz Brüggensiecker found her, and on April 20, 1968 they were married. They then moved to Heinz’s home at Haferberg 15 in Schönkirchen, a suburb of Kiel, Germany. There they lived a quiet life, which came to a premature end when Heinz died on Nov. 1, 1973, of complications following hip surgery.
My mother then moved back to the United States, settling in Oakland, CA, where she bought a house at 3268 Lynde St. in the Fruitvale neighborhood. She lived there with Morrie Wright, the local representative of the National Guardian newspaper. I was their guest for a few months in the summer and fall of 1976. My mother was very active then in Oakland radical politics. She became a member of the October League M-L, took part in support activities for the Black Panther Party, and gave major amounts of her time and resources to a support group for ZANU (the Zimbabwe African National Union), among other activities.
In late 1992, she joined with my then-wife and our two young children in purchasing a house in Berkeley, where we lived happily as an extended family. She was active and alert and in full possession of her faculties until a major stroke disabled her and, after an agonizing delay, claimed her life on August 3, 1997. She was cremated, and we scattered her ashes, as was her wish, from a fishing boat in the waters outside the Golden Gate Bridge.
Memories of her Grandchildren
Some day in the future, I thought, you might wonder: How was I when I was a little boy — where did I live — where did I play — who were the people around me — what experiences did I have — what was my relationship with my Mom and my Dad and my Oma?
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