Echoes From The Ashes

The Reich’s Treasure Box, Nuremberg: November 9, 1938 “Mutti! Mutti!” Liesel ran into the dressing room and flung her arms around the glamorous lady at the dressing table. “Mutti, Uncle Fritz says Rachel can stay the night.” “I know,” Christine answered. “You two can read stories to each other and sing songs and maybe do a dance for us all.” The honking car horns and the whine of the polizei wagon outside on the street intruded on the scene. “I want red lips too, Mutti.” Christine hugged her close before dabbing her red lipstick on Liesel’s puckered lips. “Now let’s go down stairs and see who all is here.” She pulled the heavy drapes open just enough to look outside before following Leisel out the door.   There was much activity in the street below.   Noisy youth were clumped together on the corners, their brown shirts and stiff-armed salutes causing a knot of unease in Christine. The radio had been giving hourly updates on the condition of Third Secretary Er...