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Milkman Richard Poganowaska
Milkman Richard Poganowaska, photographed in 1945. To the left, the wagon with the two horses, Lisa and Hans. “Each day now Poganowaska watched for certain signs that helped keep him from losing heart”
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He had no idea where bombs had dropped during the night, but he knew none had fallen near the Domane’s big cow barns. The precious milk herd was safe. Nothing seemed to bother those two hundred cows. Amid the explosion of bombs and the thunder of the anti-acicraft fire, they stood patiently, placidly chewing their cuds, and some miraculous way they continued to produce milk. It never ceased to amaze Poganowaska.
Sleepily, he loaded the ancient brown milk wagon and its trailer, hitched up his two horses, the fox-colored Lisa and Hans, and, with his gray spitz dog Poldi on the seat beside him, set out on his rounds. Rattling across the country-yard cobblestones he turned right to Pacelli Allee and headed north in the direction of Schmargendorf. It was 6 A.M It would be nine at night before he finished.
Worn out, aching for sleep, Poganowska still had not lost his cheerfully guff manner. He had become a kind of morale-builder for his 1,200 customers. Hie route lay on the fringes of three major districts. All three had been badly bombed; Schoneberg and Wilmersdorf, lying closest to the center of th city, were almost obliterated. In Wilmersdorf alone, more than 56,000 dwellings were destroyed, and almost half of the 340,000 people in the two districts had been left homeless. Under the circumstances, a cheerful face was a rare and welcomd sight. ~ Page 18
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