By Terri Hanauer-Brahm
May 22, 1983
My Father
I see my father in a picture,
Looking into his smile so free.
Feeling the love he held for me,
Remembering his time and dream.
Making him proud in his place beyond,
Letting him know I have found my goal.
Writing everything that comes to mind,
With my father deep in my soul.
May 23, 1983
The Wind
Feel the wind against your skin,
Listen to the whistling of the trees,
Breath the freshness that it sends,
Caressing everything with its breeze.
May 5, 1983
My Love
My love is for thee,
Thee who brings me happiness.
To you, I am yours,
Yours to give all my best.
My love overwhelms me,
Me who feels your every touch.
God giveth me to you,
You who holds so much.
Give me your love,
Love which holds no bounds,
And I shall return to you,
You who I have found.
May 18, 1983
Destination of Life
What are the destination's of life?
Are we going in the right direction?
Whose to tell the truth of our lives?
Are we there with no recollection?
Where do we go from here?
How are we suppose to know?
Is there a force to show the way?
Has he the power to help us grow?
Give to us the strength we need,
To find our destination,
For we are the children of life,
going through life damnation.
May 22, 1983
Watching
I sit and look out the window,
Watching the people in motion.
Knowing that all are so different,
Going through life with no notion.
Living only from day to day,
Always looking for the greatest happiness.
Receiving the good and bad of life,
Setting goals to have the best.
August 15, 1983
Happiness
Dusty roads going through my mind.
Driving on the particles of life.
Continuing into the light of love.
Following signs of all directions.
No awareness of fear or danger.
Going down the road of true happiness.
August 15, 1983
Endless Time
Oceans flowing through my veins,
Winds blowing through my mind.
Feeling nature take it's course,
Into the direction of endless time.
August 15, 1983
I Believe
I believe in dreams,
For they are forever new.
I believe in happiness,
For in life it gets you through.
I believe in myself for I know me,
I believe in you for all that I see.
Believing is the start,
Believing is all we need.
For believing is you and I,
With no jealousy or greed.
A Man's Eyes
I look in the mirror,
What do I see? Ugly.
I look in a man's eyes,
What does he see? Beauty.
How can I see ugly,
And man see beauty?
Are my eye's deceiving me,
Or do man's eye's only see beauty?
Whatever it is,
I hope that it never ends.
January 15, 1984
Dream Along With Me
Someone say, "Hello,"
Are you friend or foe?
Gifts of smile's around,
Shine from sky to ground.
Words of yesterday,
Brighten up the skies of gray.
Come along with me,
Feel the life of free.
Silence
Silence can be the sound of an empty room,
Or the awkward stillness of two people who just met.
Silence can be the sound of nothing.
Silence can be the alleyway at night.
Silence can forbid you to enter,
Or force you to leave.
Silence can be pleasant,
Like the stir of the breeze,
Blowing through the trees.
Or it can be a world full of dreams.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
A new chapter is unfolding
As a small business owner in Retail Floor Covering sales, I have been affected by the economic meltdown that is unfolding across this country to the magnitude of being forced out of business.
My store was successful before the doors opened for business 3 years ago. I had loyal customer's who would stop by to watch the progress of the store being built, giving me encouragement and placing there faith in me that I would make it a success. And I did. I worked the first year and half all by myself, doing every duty that needed to be done. I was allowed to prove to myself that if I put my life in God's hands, he would bring the people into my life that I needed to help. And by putting my life in God's hands he made sure that I knew he would always be here with me.
Now I can fondly look back and see how truly successful I was. I had the most amazing people enter my life through my store. How fortunate I was to be able to experience the amount of success my store brought me in such a short period of time.
I can't be sad at the prospect of possibly closing my store. This was a chapter in my life that has a happy ending. I can honestly say that the people I was able to serve at Terri's Floors were satisfied with their end result.
I FEEL EXTREMELY BLESSED BY GOD.
I believe God has a more important chapter written for me that I must begin now.
I hope that anyone who reads this knows they are a child of God and he loves us all very much.
My store was successful before the doors opened for business 3 years ago. I had loyal customer's who would stop by to watch the progress of the store being built, giving me encouragement and placing there faith in me that I would make it a success. And I did. I worked the first year and half all by myself, doing every duty that needed to be done. I was allowed to prove to myself that if I put my life in God's hands, he would bring the people into my life that I needed to help. And by putting my life in God's hands he made sure that I knew he would always be here with me.
Now I can fondly look back and see how truly successful I was. I had the most amazing people enter my life through my store. How fortunate I was to be able to experience the amount of success my store brought me in such a short period of time.
I can't be sad at the prospect of possibly closing my store. This was a chapter in my life that has a happy ending. I can honestly say that the people I was able to serve at Terri's Floors were satisfied with their end result.
I FEEL EXTREMELY BLESSED BY GOD.
I believe God has a more important chapter written for me that I must begin now.
I hope that anyone who reads this knows they are a child of God and he loves us all very much.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Newspaper article about my family research 1/16/08
Local news : Family research newspaper article
January 16, 2008
Long search for family heritage worth it to Prescott Valley woman
By Cheryl Hartz
Prescott Valley Tribune
With the new year, some folks may resolve to climb their family trees to learn about their ancestors. For those with no idea how to go about it, Prescott Valley resident Terri Brahm sets a good example.
Brahm did not know until after his death in 1981 her father, Ralph Uri Hanauer, had been in a German concentration camp.
“He never talked about it,” Brahm said.
But learning that fact from her grandmother led her on an eventual odyssey of discovery – to know more about those who died and to find surviving family members.
“You hear stories of Holocaust survivors, but usually not stories of those who died,” she said.
But “life intervened” as she raised a family, so she didn’t think seriously about gathering information until about 1997 after further conversation with her grandmother, who was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s.
In 2002, her Great Aunt Ilse told her her grandfather’s name (Ilse’s brother, Hans) and the name of the concentration camp where her father had been.
In 2005, Ilse’s best friend, Tutta, sent Brahm an heirloom bowl and plate from Germany. Hans, a wood apprentice, had given them to Tutta as gifts.
Brahm began to dig in earnest, for a specific reason.
“I’m so afraid the lineage ends with my granddaughter. She’s my driving force, so she will know her heritage when she grows up.”
Through countless letters and hours of computer research, Brahm traced her paternal family history back to 1727 and her maternal line to 1529.
What most interests her, however, is uncovering the tragedies of World War II.
“I have asked God for help every single day because I want to know the truth,” she said.
Her father, Uri Hanauer, was only 4 when the Nazis sent him and his mother, Ursula, from their home in Berlin to Theresienstadt in 1944. The Gestapo had sent his Jewish father, Hans, to the labor camp Gut Winkel in 1941, and to Auschwitz in 1943.
“Hans was murdered there,” Brahm said, when he was just 24.
She has copies of the train transport list from the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C., and copies of papers showing his prisoner number and death date. She still wants to find the arrest warrant so she will know charges for his arrest and how he died.
“I don’t know what his crime was,” she said.
Brahm knows the Nazis had ignored the family for so long because Ursula’s mother’s Christianity had “protected” them until she died.
“Families that were half Christian were supposed to be protected if they stayed away from the synagogue and as long as the Christian spouse lived,” Brahm said. “My great aunt told me, ‘Your grandfather was not supposed to die.’ I didn’t know what she meant.”
It turns out a member of the Social Democratic Party had warned Hans to stay hidden because of his affiliation with people not of the Nazi mindset. Nazis arrested Hans when he left his hiding place.
Brahm also has a letter Hans wrote to his wife, Ursula, while on the train to Gut Winkel apologizing for ignoring the warnings. He signed it, “Your sometimes a little stupid, Hans.”
“It hurts when I read the letter he wrote to my grandmother,” Brahm said.
Uri gained release in 1945, one of only 132 children of the 15,000 who entered the prison camp to survive. Ursula went free, as well.
Ursula’s father, Jonas Rosenfeld, had earlier been held at Rosenstrasse, but earned release when 600 Christian women, including his wife, protested that their Jewish husbands and children were wrongly incarcerated.
Uri Hanauer took the name Ralph when he became a U.S. citizen at age 12. He kept his past hidden from his children.
The past of Uri’s Jewish grandfather, Max Hanauer, brings more questions than answers for Brahm. She learned he lived in America from 1903 to 1906, surviving the San Francisco earthquake.
She knows he served in the German army in World War I, somehow had protection during WWII and didn’t have to take the middle name of Israel on his documents, as other Jewish men were forced to do. She has a photograph of him wearing a German officer’s uniform and playing chess with Russian soldiers.
She wonders why some of her family history is so well documented. She knows some of the family possessed great wealth and owned lots of property, but not what happened to it. She doesn’t have death dates for either Max Hanauer or Jonas Rosenfeld.
What she does have is stacks of paperwork, pictures and some antique jewelry her grandmother sewed into her clothing when she left home. The jewelry passed to Ilse. Ilse, a blue-eyed blonde, had lived with Tutta and her husband in Berlin, and shared an ID card with Tutta. The girlfriends would go out into the city one at a time. The Nazis never caught on.
Although the road to family knowledge has been winding, Brahm said the information is out there for the curious.
“Anybody who wants to can find out about their heritage,” she said. “It has paid off for me.”
A good place to start research, she said, is at the LDS free site, www.familysearch.org.
January 16, 2008
Long search for family heritage worth it to Prescott Valley woman
By Cheryl Hartz
Prescott Valley Tribune
With the new year, some folks may resolve to climb their family trees to learn about their ancestors. For those with no idea how to go about it, Prescott Valley resident Terri Brahm sets a good example.
Brahm did not know until after his death in 1981 her father, Ralph Uri Hanauer, had been in a German concentration camp.
“He never talked about it,” Brahm said.
But learning that fact from her grandmother led her on an eventual odyssey of discovery – to know more about those who died and to find surviving family members.
“You hear stories of Holocaust survivors, but usually not stories of those who died,” she said.
But “life intervened” as she raised a family, so she didn’t think seriously about gathering information until about 1997 after further conversation with her grandmother, who was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s.
In 2002, her Great Aunt Ilse told her her grandfather’s name (Ilse’s brother, Hans) and the name of the concentration camp where her father had been.
In 2005, Ilse’s best friend, Tutta, sent Brahm an heirloom bowl and plate from Germany. Hans, a wood apprentice, had given them to Tutta as gifts.
Brahm began to dig in earnest, for a specific reason.
“I’m so afraid the lineage ends with my granddaughter. She’s my driving force, so she will know her heritage when she grows up.”
Through countless letters and hours of computer research, Brahm traced her paternal family history back to 1727 and her maternal line to 1529.
What most interests her, however, is uncovering the tragedies of World War II.
“I have asked God for help every single day because I want to know the truth,” she said.
Her father, Uri Hanauer, was only 4 when the Nazis sent him and his mother, Ursula, from their home in Berlin to Theresienstadt in 1944. The Gestapo had sent his Jewish father, Hans, to the labor camp Gut Winkel in 1941, and to Auschwitz in 1943.
“Hans was murdered there,” Brahm said, when he was just 24.
She has copies of the train transport list from the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C., and copies of papers showing his prisoner number and death date. She still wants to find the arrest warrant so she will know charges for his arrest and how he died.
“I don’t know what his crime was,” she said.
Brahm knows the Nazis had ignored the family for so long because Ursula’s mother’s Christianity had “protected” them until she died.
“Families that were half Christian were supposed to be protected if they stayed away from the synagogue and as long as the Christian spouse lived,” Brahm said. “My great aunt told me, ‘Your grandfather was not supposed to die.’ I didn’t know what she meant.”
It turns out a member of the Social Democratic Party had warned Hans to stay hidden because of his affiliation with people not of the Nazi mindset. Nazis arrested Hans when he left his hiding place.
Brahm also has a letter Hans wrote to his wife, Ursula, while on the train to Gut Winkel apologizing for ignoring the warnings. He signed it, “Your sometimes a little stupid, Hans.”
“It hurts when I read the letter he wrote to my grandmother,” Brahm said.
Uri gained release in 1945, one of only 132 children of the 15,000 who entered the prison camp to survive. Ursula went free, as well.
Ursula’s father, Jonas Rosenfeld, had earlier been held at Rosenstrasse, but earned release when 600 Christian women, including his wife, protested that their Jewish husbands and children were wrongly incarcerated.
Uri Hanauer took the name Ralph when he became a U.S. citizen at age 12. He kept his past hidden from his children.
The past of Uri’s Jewish grandfather, Max Hanauer, brings more questions than answers for Brahm. She learned he lived in America from 1903 to 1906, surviving the San Francisco earthquake.
She knows he served in the German army in World War I, somehow had protection during WWII and didn’t have to take the middle name of Israel on his documents, as other Jewish men were forced to do. She has a photograph of him wearing a German officer’s uniform and playing chess with Russian soldiers.
She wonders why some of her family history is so well documented. She knows some of the family possessed great wealth and owned lots of property, but not what happened to it. She doesn’t have death dates for either Max Hanauer or Jonas Rosenfeld.
What she does have is stacks of paperwork, pictures and some antique jewelry her grandmother sewed into her clothing when she left home. The jewelry passed to Ilse. Ilse, a blue-eyed blonde, had lived with Tutta and her husband in Berlin, and shared an ID card with Tutta. The girlfriends would go out into the city one at a time. The Nazis never caught on.
Although the road to family knowledge has been winding, Brahm said the information is out there for the curious.
“Anybody who wants to can find out about their heritage,” she said. “It has paid off for me.”
A good place to start research, she said, is at the LDS free site, www.familysearch.org.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My great grandfather Max Hanauer
Max standing far right with Russian soldier's during WWI
Max after WWIIMax was born on March 23, 1880 in Wuerzburg, Bavaria.
Max was a brewer in Berlin before he came to America in 1903.
Came to America:Port of Departure: Cuxhaven, Hamburg, GermanyShip of Travel: DeutschlandArrived at Ellis Island: May 1, 1903Age on Arrival: 23 years oldMax had $365.00 cash when he arrived in America
Max was in America from 1903 to 1906. He was in Salt Lake City for a while with relatives and then went to San Francisco.
He survived the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake. He took 2 panoramic pictures of the devastation. He went back to Berlin in 1906(?).Max was a high ranking officer During WWI in Germany.He married my great grandmother, Frieda Teske on December 7, 1915.
Max was in America from 1903 to 1906. He was in Salt Lake City for a while with relatives and then went to San Francisco.
He survived the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake. He took 2 panoramic pictures of the devastation. He went back to Berlin in 1906(?).Max was a high ranking officer During WWI in Germany.He married my great grandmother, Frieda Teske on December 7, 1915.
They had owned a Raincoat Factory before WWII. Address: SW29, Zossoner Strasse, 2711
The factory was confiscated by the Nazi's and was destroyed by American Bomber planes during the war.
My great grandparents survived the war by hiding in a small cabin in Grunau. A woman named Lotti Mader owned this cabin. She was an employee of my great grandfathers factory.
Max had gone to Berlin every week with a rucksack on his back. Max wore a Bavarian costume with a great wrap, which covered his Jewish star. His neighbors in Grunau were told that the Hanauers came from the Bavarian country, where they had lost their home through bombs. It was a believable story because Max had spoken very well in the Bavarian dialect. He was born in Wurzburg, Bavaria, on Mar. 23, 1880.
Max had before the war belonged to the "Bayern-Verein" (Bavaria club). My grandfather Hans and his sister Ilse Hanauer were made to go each Sunday to this club. This club offended them both because Jews were not allowed.
My great grandparents survived the war by hiding in a small cabin in Grunau. A woman named Lotti Mader owned this cabin. She was an employee of my great grandfathers factory.
Max had gone to Berlin every week with a rucksack on his back. Max wore a Bavarian costume with a great wrap, which covered his Jewish star. His neighbors in Grunau were told that the Hanauers came from the Bavarian country, where they had lost their home through bombs. It was a believable story because Max had spoken very well in the Bavarian dialect. He was born in Wurzburg, Bavaria, on Mar. 23, 1880.
Max had before the war belonged to the "Bayern-Verein" (Bavaria club). My grandfather Hans and his sister Ilse Hanauer were made to go each Sunday to this club. This club offended them both because Jews were not allowed.
Growing up
My birth announcement
My 6th grade yearbook from Wonderland Avenue School.
Friend from Wonderland Avenue School Sherry Goffin, daughter of 
Friend from Wonderland Avenue School Kim Washington
Friend from Wonderland Avenue School Jill Smith
Friend's from Wonderland Avenue School. Helen Carmean and Rae Dawn Chong, 
Me and my grandpa Del's monkey in the paper.
My 9th birthday party with me at the left and my grandma ZG serving punch.
My 9th birthday party with my friends.
My cousin Tina and I at ballet class
Me at ballet class
Dancing at Herbert and Purcilla White's home.
Friend from Wonderland Avenue School Sherry Goffin, daughter of Carole King and Gerry Goffin.
Friend from Wonderland Avenue School Kim Washington
Friend from Wonderland Avenue School Jill Smith
Friend's from Wonderland Avenue School. Helen Carmean and Rae Dawn Chong, daughter of Tommy Chong
Me and my grandpa Del's monkey in the paper.
My 9th birthday party with me at the left and my grandma ZG serving punch.
My 9th birthday party with my friends.
My cousin Tina and I at ballet class
Me at ballet class
Dancing at Herbert and Purcilla White's home. Tuesday, May 13, 2008
My grandmother ZG as the star of "The Merry Widow"
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