On my way to write the memories of my life, I found this site about Dagmar, who was a second cousin to me. Her grandmother Hedwig Baur was a sister to my grandmother Minna Thusnelda Bär, widowed Zimmermann, nee Baur. Both were born in Fröhnd-Stutz in the Black Forest.
As their father, the teacher Petrus Baur, born in Bernau, passed, his wife Albertine nee Rimmele, went with her children 540 km northwards to Göttingen in Lower Saxony, a strange area for them. Near by the university she opened a so called Mensa, a restaurant for students. My grandmother, called Tussi, married Max Zimmermann my grandfather (from Karlsruhe, my hometown) in Würzburg, and they got three children. Two of them survived: Waltraut and my father Horst Armin Günther Zimmermann, called Horst. He was born in Göttingen in 1914 and one year later his father Max fell in the first world war near today so called Kaunas/Lituvia.
He often told me something about Göttingen and his family there. He heard that Hedwig married a rich man. But as Heinrich Baur went from Minneapolis to Germany in the seventieth or eighties to visit his relatives, he also met my parents in Karlsruhe-Durlach (where I grew up) and told my father that he was an illegitimate son of Hedwig.
Me and my elder brother Uwe went to West-Berlin in 1966, as I was 20 years old and Uwe 22, where I live till today: Uwe died three years ago.
For we did not visit Karlsruhe at that time when Heinrich came to Karlsruhe, we did not have the pleasure to meet Heinrich and eventually his family, because our parents did not inform us before.
My parents had no photographs from this event, but my father drew a picture of Heinrich and it exactly looks like my father, but he swore its a real image of Heinrich. So they must looked equally.
My father passed in 1999 and I sadly found Dagmar to late. So I cannot find out, why Heinrich lived in Gdingen, far away from Göttingen and much more from the Black Forest.
By what I read from and about Dagmar, I think she was very sympathic person and we could have had good conversations. She knew a lot about the history of her and my family as I could read in the discription of her life.
I am so sorry about that she passed, so we never can talk, and I hope she will live in heaven for ever.
My connection to Toronto is: A good old friend and classmate of mine, lived from the seventieth till his retirement in Toronto and now in Waterloo.

Heiko Zimmermann