My great-aunt had the remarkable name of Julianne, though we called her Aunt Julia. She lived in Charter Oak, Iowa, all of her 107 years. That side of my family, including my dad, Martin, were bilingual in English and German, even though they were all born in the U.S.
I grew up in Denison, Iowa, so it was only a short drive to visit her and Uncle Paul. He was a bank president, and as handsome as a movie star, with stunning white hair and a mustache.
As she aged, Julia lost most of her hearing and eyesight. Her daughter, Irma, moved back into the house she was born in to take care of her mother. The two joked that Julia’s daily exercise consisted of walking around the dining room…
