A Post-war Re-unification in Haunstetten

The war was over. My dad was on his own, not knowing where to go. Only that he did not want to go back to Russia. The train took him to Augsburg, Bavaria. He had somehow gotten word that some of the Rohrbach families were there in a refugee camp. After a few inquiries, he found out that Amalie was working in a bakery. He arrived on foot near quitting time and asked if she worked there. "No, we haven't seen her for some time," was the reply. My dad had no place to go that night and was dead tired, so he asked if he knew where she lived. “No, but you may find her over at the flour mill. Her husband works there.” Not knowing she had even been married or to whom, to the flour mill he went. a man came out of the back, leaving for the day. He addressed my father in Ukrainian. Surprised, my dad asked where he was from. Somehow, the conversation continued, and it came out that dad was looking for a lady named Amalie who was from Rohrbach. “Come with me, I know where she lives,” was the Ukrainian man's reply. Before dark, dad found his cousin, aunt and uncle, and then found out she had married the Ukrainian man. Family was re-united. Everyone was ecstatic.

The bakery today (on the right):