The Fuhrer's Medallion - Chapter Three

The Fuhrer's Medallion

SATURDAY, JUNE 22nd

2:10 p.m.

Wilhelm always does what he is told, when told by his Grandmother.

So after rewinding the story on Adolf Hitler's Medallion to the point where the girl is introduced, he finds a pencil and paper to write down her information. He pencils down Mary Russell's name, hair color, guesses at her height, weight, and a description of the house she is standing in front of. Next, he goes to his computer in his bedroom on the first floor. A bedroom which used to be the living quarters for the Maid, when they could afford a white Maid, but now squeezes in two beds with a small desk that he and Mikkel share.

After a few clicks of the mouse he finds four Mary Russell’s and two Maria Russell’s living in Oceanside. Wilhelm writes down all six addresses and heads through the back door, out from the kitchen.

He doesn't tell anyone where he was going. He doesn't need to. As soon as he uses the electric start on his 2014 Harley-Davidson Street Bob, the only investment he ever made on his own, Grandma Kiel knows where he is going.

She doesn't expect any formalities from anyone, not even from her Grandson, only results. So when Willie can be heard leaving on his bike, Kiel quietly mumbles to herself, “That boy better not disappoint me. If he doesn't come back with the right location of that half-breed girl, I'm going to take my anger out on that damn motorbike of his.”

On the other hand, it’s always a good idea to see what Mikkel is up to. He is definitely the handier of the two, but a damn fool of a boy. If I would ask him to dig a grave in the back yard he would go out and do it immediately. Without complaining or asking questions.

She imagines that he would do it even if he suspected the grave was for himself. The problem is, that damn fool has never had one good idea of his own. So she has to keep an eye on that one, so he stays out of trouble.

Again, mumbling quietly out loud, “Because if I left him alone in my house, he will eat up everything in the refrigerator and not be worried if I go hungry!”

Thinking about her responsibility, of taking care of these two boys, starts to agitate Grandma Kiel.

Mikkel can clearly over hear her talking to herself.

“You always have to tell that boy to do either this or that. Otherwise that damn fool will end up in the kitchen cooking up all my food!” She mumbles.

Kiel doesn't notice that she is expressing some of her opinions out loud. She believes she is just thinking to herself. Not understanding that somewhere along the way, of getting old, a bad habit developed of saying the things she is thinking out loud.

All of her thoughts are usually spoken out loud. For everyone’s ears to hear.

Mickey doesn't take offense to what she has to say though. He imagines that Grandma Kiel must be talking about her grandson, Willie, or someone else she once knew.

He thinks, she would never say that I was a damn fool. No way, she wouldn't. But her grandson. We all know he is a damn fool.

“Mikkel, I want you to help me find an old book I have. It’s one of those photo books of Adolf Hitler before the war started. My father gave it to me. He said it was completely out of print and a lot of copies were destroyed during the book burning days after the war had ended. The Allied Forces put to flame any book that had praised Adolf Hitler and his Third Reich. Calling it hateful propaganda.”

Mikkel loss his train of thought when Grandma Kiel started talking.

With a bewildering look, Mikkel stares at the back of her head, as they enter the first upstairs bedroom on the left hand side of the hallway.

It’s a storage room. A place where the old lady can hoard all of her favorite out-of-print magazines and bundled up newspapers. With bookshelves lining each wall, filled from top to bottom. Holding hundreds paperbacks and hardcover edition of books printed in the nineteen thirties thru nineteen seventies.

All of this material holds a thick layer of dust, indicating that nothing has been touched for years. Some material, for decades.

Mikkel is still watching Grandma Kiel from behind, wondering why she is telling him all of this useless stuff. Is he supposed to remember what she is talking about? Because if he is, it’s not going to happen.

He doesn't care. He isn't going to care. He is only biding his time here, until he can move up in the White Power movement, or if something better comes along.

It was a fluke when he seemed to be concerned about Grandma Kiel.

He already forgot the incident.

The only thing he truly cares about is himself. And anything that can help him gain the power, honor, and glory he believes he deserves.

“It’s a hard cover book the same size as a regular photo album. It has a great number of black and white pictures. Maybe a few colored ones. It's about Adolf's family life with Eva Braun, his brother, and his brother's wife during 1937. The book was published by Hugo Jaeger, Hitler's personal photographer.”

While Grandma Kiel keeps on talking, Mikkel decides that she is definitely getting senile and is probably having this conversation with herself. He hasn't said one word since she had asked him to help her. Besides, this part of his beloved hero is boring to him. Photos on Hitler's family life. In this sense, Adolf is like any other person living during the nineteen thirties. A normal life. Not the great Leader of a Nation who almost conquered the World!

When Mrs. Kiel makes her way around a pile of magazines, covering one third of the floor on the west side of the room, she points up to a brown hardcover book the size of a three ring binder. Looking around for her helper she says, “Get that one up there. The tenth shelf up on this bookcase. About twelve books in from the left.”

Mikkel points to the publication he believes is the right one. Getting close enough to reach up and to grab it. But first, he has to turn around to look at Grandma Kiel for her confirmation. Not wanting to make another effort if he should retrieve the wrong volume.

She nods once, yes.

Mikkel then elevates up on his toes, grabs the picture book, and hands it to her.

“Now git back down those stairs and call Carl Hostetler. Tell him I want him here one hour before the meetin' tomorrow. Do you understand me boy?”

“Yes,” was all Mikkel says and heads out of the room thinking he will make that call right after he starts cooking up some of those pork chops he saw in the freezer.

Grandma Kiel stands there for a second holding the book close to her heart with both arms, reminiscing about her proud Papa and the day he gave her this photo album. It was on her sweet sixteen birthday. “Those were happier times.” She says out loud.

Grandma Kiel leaves the storage bedroom and heads for her bedroom. The one with the windowed air conditioner.

There she sits on the edge of her bed and starts to page through the photographs of Adolf Hitler.

 

This is,

 Not A Book In Favor Of Neo-Nazis

Or What Hitler Did.

Read Each Chapter As They Come Out

And You Will See That I Am Not Condoning Their Actions.

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed."
- Adolf Hitler -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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