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CELEBRATING TOGETHER!
YEARS
Tel-Twelve Mall
teams up with the
1968 Detroit Tigers!
They were the Comeback Kings of the Summer of
1968... and they'll be coming back again this spring to
help Tel-Twelve celebrate its 25th Anniversary! In
addition to seeing the stars who'll be making
appearances, you'll enjoy displays and activities for the
whole family!
And with over 70 stores for your shopping pleasure,
you're sure to find extra special savings throughout
Tel-Twelve Mall!
CALENDAR OF EVENTS
April 7-18 Travel back in time through a walking exhibit
of baseball history through the pages of The Detroit Free
Press and National Baseball Hall of Fame.
April 8-10 The Great American Pastime, a fun-filled
interactive display celebrating major league baseball. Try
your baseball savvy at the MVP Trivia Game or have your
picture taken for a fantasy baseball card — complete with
winning stats!
April 13 See the Batmobile. TV's original as seen in 1968
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April 14-18 Baseball Card Show
April 15-18 Receive a FREE stadium cushion with $25
in Mall receipts dated April 15-18. While quantities last.
Preferred Shopper Bonus - Present your Preferred
Shopper Card for a FREE stadium cushion. While
quantities last.
April 16 Breakfast with the Tigers for PAL. 9 a.m. - 10 a.m.
Willie Horton, Gates Brown, Dave Rozema &
Kellogg's Tony the Tiger.
5.00 donation. Tickets available at M.C. Sporting Goods
Foot Locker, Imperial Sports & Mall office.
April 15-18 Free autographs with 1968 Detroit Tigers.
April 15 All-Star pinch hitter Gates Brown, 4 p.m. - 6 p.m
April 16 Ace slugger Jim Northrup, 2 p.m. - 4 p.m.
Home-run hitter Willie Horton, 5 p.m. to 7 p.m
April 17 Hall of Famer Al Kaline, 1 p.m. - 3 p.m.
Pitcher Mickey Lolich, 4 p.m. - 6 p.m.
April 18 Outfielder Mickey Stanley, 12 p.m. - 2 p.m.
Star pitcher Denny McLain,
2:30 p.m. - 4:30 p.m.
April 18 Anniversary cake celebrating 25 years of
retailing success at Tel-Twelve Mall, 2:00 p.m.!
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ant surprise. Over the
hurry? They're not go ing
To one side an old
past two weeks, we had
anywhere!"
woman
in a sleeveless)
gotten accustomed to
He smiled resigned ly;
dress
was
tending a grave\
studying maps, slogging
he was used to my s ar-
decorated
with a carving
through muddy fields, and
casm, and I think he u su-
of
the
crucifixion;
she was
braving rabid Dobermans
ally enjoyed it, but I s ud-
on
her
hands
and
knees, (
to gain access to our
denly realized that, af ter
pulling
invisible
weeds
ancestors' burial sites. It
our two weeks together , I
like a girl picking non-
sounded as if we might
might be starting to get on
existent
lint from her
have gotten lucky this
his nerves as much as he
sweater. The flesh of her(
time.
was on mine.
upper arms jiggled as she
As we turned to leave ,I
"It's taken 50 years a nd worked.
noticed the two men at t he
a lot of blood and sweat to
She looked up when she r
bar still staring at u s.
get here, son. I don't wa nt
heard
us enter. Dad said
They hadn't said a wo rd
to wait any longer." He
hello.
She
nodded, unsmil-
the whole time we we re
frowned and shook h is
ing,
at
both
of us. I sud-
inside, but as the big do or
head. "But you can hard ly
denly
had
an
urge to ask-
swung shut on our w ay
be expected to understa nd her where she had been
out, we heard rauco us
that."
during the war, but I sup-
male laughter erupt.
Baloney, I thought to
pressed it.
Dad looked at me as we
myself as we started wal k-
"Where can we find the
started walking. His ey es i ng again. He did expe ct
Jewish
cemetery?" asked
were yellow and sa d.
me to understand; th at
Dad politely, with a little
"That's exactly how peop le
was the unfairness of it
bow.
stared at Jews in 1936; as
a 11. One of the gre at
"Over there," replied the
if we were from anoth er
a chievements of his li fe woman; waving in the
planet." He shook h is
was that he and Mom h ad
direction of the brick wall.
head. "Don't ever tell m e
r aised me in a peacefu 1,
"How do we get in?" Dad
that it couldn't happe n
b oring, Northe rn
asked.
again. It wouldn't to ke C alifornia suburb; mi ne
The old woman looked
much."
w as the childhood he h ad
first at Dad and then at
"Aw, c'mon Dad. Tho se b een denied.
me. "Not too many people
guys weren't even born in
But it was precisely h is
ever go in," she said final-
1936. You can't blam e
s uccess in protecting m e
ly.
"The gate is pad-
them for what their pa r-
t hat made it impossib le
locked."
ents and grandparen is
f or me to understand th e
So we would have to
did."
e motions that boiled wit h-
jump a wall to get into
"No, but I can be di s-
i n him during this trip to
this graveyard, too. I moon-
trustful, can't I? Don't yo u
h is homeland. I felt guilt y
dered then, as I had at
think I have that right?"
t hat at age 24, the wor st
every spotless German
Dad and I had had th is
e xperience of my life ha d
cemetery, what secrets
argument many times; I
b een an appendiciti s
had been buried with the
was at a point in my lif e
a ttack; yet what was I
bodies which lay rotting
where I didn't want to b e
s upposed to do? Hope for a under my feet.
judged by the things m y w ar? Pray for som e
And why, after coming
parents did, and thus fe lt
d omestic upheaval so tha t
so
far, my father still had
compelled to defend al 1
I could be hardened by th e
to climb a wall to pay
Germans of the post-wa ✓
e xperience and under -
respects to his great- ')
generation. But somethin g
st and firsthand ho w grandparents.
in the eyes of those tw o
u njust the world could be
Dad and I walked to the
men in the bar had mad e
Dad didn't want me t o
brick wall, and I grabbed
me uneasy, too. I let i t
su ffer, of course; he sim -
a foothold and leapt to the
rest.
P 1 y yearned for me t o
top. With a bit of difficulty
We walked along th e
sh are his fascination wit h Dad joined me, and
edge of the road; my cam -
th e long-buried past, an d together we looked down <
era bounced reassuringl y
to understand the impac t
into the Jewish cemetery
against my chest wit h
of the past on both of us .
of Borgendreich.
each step. Occasionally a T hat's why he ha d
It was eerily beautiful.
Mercedes or Volkswage n
br ought me, so that I
This is what a graveyard's
or Ford (there seemed t o
m ight understand; but i t
supposed to look like, I
be more Fords in Germany
w as clear from the look on
thought to myself. It was
than in California) would
hi s face that he didn' t
like a jungle.
whiz by at high speed.
think it was working.
The ground was littered
Dad, as usual, walked
Suddenly Dad stopped
with leaves and wood;
ahead of me. He was
and pointed. "There it is,' ' vines had gleefully con-
always in a hurry. He had
he said. In front of us
quered the undefended
been a promising student
stood a tidy little church,
gravestones, and bushes
when, at age 13, he was
and next to the building
and weeds had gradually
forced to leave the gymna-
lay a tidy little cemetery.
covered what had once
sium and emigrate to
The whole scene was won-
been walking paths.
Palestine; and it was 13
derfully tidy. The grave-
After the flower-shop
long years later, years
yard was surrounded on
appearance of the Catholic
spent as a full-time
three sides by wrought
cemetery, this 60 x 80-foot
farmer and a part-time
iron fencing; the back was
wilderness was somewhat
soldier, before he was able
a six-foot-high brick wall.
of a shock. This was a
to resume his education.
We entered through the
truer representation of
That's why he was always
front gate. The graveyard
death, I thought; the
rushing; he was trying to
was alive with color;
struggle of these people to
make up those 13 years,
wreaths and bouquets and
conquer had ended when
five minutes at a time.
live flowers decorated the
they died, and entropy
"Wait up, Dad!" I called
well-maintained plots.
had taken over. The disor-
to him. He stopped and
Though it was late June,
der above ground mirrored
waited. "What's your
the air smelled of spring •
the chaos below •