Happy birthday pictures On the 8th of May the war was finally over. I also went back to work. There was nothing left with the kindergarten. The church had taken it back again. Although the jobs were scarce, my mother found a place for me. It was the milk gathering place. Each farmer had several cows during this time. The milk was taken happy birthday pictures to the collection point in the morning and in the evening. The milk was cleaned and cooled, filled into large milk jugs and picked up with a truck. It was not hard work. Only I had to get up early and that every day, even on Sundays. In the winter I was afraid. Everywhere it was dark and nowhere to see a man. The collection point was with farmer B. But in terms of work my mother knew no mercy.