Mr.FF’s grandmother was born in the same village in Austria as Hitler. 12 years later. That gave me chills lemme tell ya. I never knew her (she died when Mr.FF was 5) but my m-i-l always said she was a saint.
Freshman year of college, we all had to attend these speeches and things as freshmen. One speech was about how “if just one person would have told Hitler he was a good painter, he wouldn’t have been the person he became.”
I wonder how Hitler is viewed in his “hometown”; if there is some undercurrent of awe of the man?