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Carl Ruthenberg als 43 jaehriger/ father when he was 43 years old

These pages are dedicated to my father and all those he loved and admired
Meinem Vater Gewidmet  und all denen, die er sprachlos lieb hatte 

What I show here is all what is left of father's drawings and paintings and other art work;
what the war did not take, what the refugee could not carry....but these photographs my father carried for the rest of his life in his wallet. Right after the War, my father did art work for the American Red Cross in Berlin at the Titania Palast. That's were he designd the dining-rooms, the lounges and draw colorful frogs and birds on the glass windows (I remember those). Then we left Berlin during the Blockade and headed for Wiesbaden where father once more painted and drew for the Americans at Camp Lindsey and other places there, like the theather in Wiesbaden was rebuild, were my father did art work (the first play after the War in Wiesbaden was Lessing's Nathan der Weise, the parable of tolerance, then as modern as once more today )
AND KEEPING IN MIND, FATHER'S ADMONITION, not to forget this and that, without which we would not have survived...
At Camp Lindsay my father painted wall sized murals:
Times Square, the Capitol building in Washington, Sailor's Monument and America's landscapes my father loved so much to draw,  to travel, and to visit. America was always a pilgrimage for him, he listened to her music, my father played the violin, and for him his America was always one step ahead of him, always something new to admire, to learn and to see.

  Eine  Biografie basierend auf den von meinem Vater mir anvertrauten Dokumenten, Aufzeichnungen, Bildern, Zeichnungen,
   Skizzen, meinen Erinnerungen an ihn, Dichtung und Wahrheit, UND seinen Worten, "dies und jenes" nicht zu vergessen.