Although my parents were diligent and economical, the soil was very poor. Moreover on the 20th of September 1854 in Harscheid 9 houses burned down and 9
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families lost all their goods. Among the 9
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houses was the house of my parents. All the family members tried to rescue the furniture, the cattle and so on, but my father was so confused that he threw all the china, glasses and other fragile parts out of the window and destroyed more of them than he saved. It was a very bad time for my parents with their 7 children.
Some of the relatives gave the advice to sell the ground and to have a new start in the nearby city as a workman. But my father descended from a farm and he refused to leave the rural countryside. He had no money, but he had courage and hands to work with them. And he worked day and night. From my mother I heard that in one of those days once she missed her husband and at last she found him under a staircase, standing upright, leaning against the wall and sleeping.. He had not slept for several nights. And he had success.