Put yourself in the shoes of Pauline Poppitz who is looking forward to seeing seven candles burning on her birthday cake on March 23, 1884. She has been looking forward to this day for a long time. It is even a Sunday, so there should be plenty of time for the family to give her lots of attention as they celebrate her birthday.
But her plans for a joyful day were shattered. On that same Sunday, her little brother, Martin, not even two years old, died. He died of some sort of congestion and was later buried in Altenburg. His death also occurred three weeks before Easter that year. Pauline’s special day turned into a day of grief. So sad.
I can only imagine that Pauline’s birthday became a day of mixed emotions for her. How could one forget that your little brother died on your birthday?
On a side note: I find it humorous that the death record of Martin Poppitz says that his occupation was “childhood play”.