It was a moment I shall never forget, He was bestowing on his beloved wife the highest German order that could ever be bestowed: he was making her Queen of Prussia and German Empress. Â The first thing my father did on entering the house was to fetch his Order of the Black Eagle and pin it on my mother's shoulder. The bitterness, the irony and the sadness of it all was overwhelming. His father, whom he had always dearly loved and respected, had passed away and he had not been with him: he himself was under sentence of death, he was voiceless, and now he was Emperor-Emperor Frederick III. None of us can ever know what his feelings were at the time. When Fritz's father Kaiser Wilhelm I died: "My father was seated in the garden when the news came, and he almost fainted with the shock. In addition to all this, he was uncommonly handsome, very tall, well built and "every inch a king." It was for these simple great qualities that my father was so much beloved by his people, who gave him the never-to-be-forgotten name of "unser Fritz" (our Fritz), a name by which he is known this very day. Of course he kept his word, as he invariably did.
All the while the fire raged, and it was a big one, my father tried to cheer the homeless villagers, promising to build new homes for them. My father, who had hastened there when the fire started, never left the village until the firemen had finished their work. One afternoon a fire broke out, burning down many of the cottages. "I remember the village of Eiche, which was close by the Neue Palais. They in their turn were devoted to him, and were always eager to talk to him." At these parties he would stand by, chatting to the children and chaffing them. He was of a most friendly disposition-kindly and sympathetic, very ready for a joke and thoroughly interested in all that was going on. My father would enter very much into the fun of the thing.
A real knight in shining armor in my opinion! I don't believe any of his children wrote a biogarphy of him, but 2 of his children did write autobiographies-Willy and Victoria "Moretta." I've never read Willy's, so I'm not sure what he has to say about his father, but I do have Moretta's and here's what she has to say about him.ĭescribing an annual party for the local children of Bornstadt: "Another race was one I think in England is called a sack race. He just seems like such a gentleman, so brave and good to his family.
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