It was a time before time, things were different then or much the same as now.
The year was 1959 and I was born to Hans Bertschi my father and Margaret Wagg Bertschi my mom.

West palm beach was still growing and the urban subdivisions were sprawling outside of the small town of West Palm Beach.

My parents were running Three Bears School - day care. A business that had expanded and probably became a management headache for my parents as it grew.
They were both teachers.

My dad was an immigrant from Holland but his family was Swiss German. In the war they had escaped Germany to Indonesia and found refuge with the other Hollanders living and working there.
My grandfather was a surveyor for the plantations in Indonesia.

My mother Margaret Wagg the daughter of Alfred Wagg a formerly wealthy business man from NY that had moved to Florida to buy and sell land. He was also on the board of trustees of a bank
and was in government, but when going to the records at the Florida state capitol did not find where he was a governor but it was a long time ago so may have been in another office.

Alfred Wagg was also an active member in the church in West Palm Beach and had an estate there.
From the old pictures it was typical of the nice estates with long driveway into a large lot with nice home on it.

When the depression hit, Alfred like most investors lost most of everything that he had. Because he had some land titles though he was able to slightly make a comeback in investments.
It was at or about this time that he lost his vision and went blind I was told.

I have never met my grandfather of both sides but rely on stories that my parents had told.
Isn't life about stories anyway?