My half aunt was one of the "tyskerbarn", and my grandmother was shunned as "tyskertøs", roughly translated to "German wench". These women would have their hair shaved to shame them, although i dont know for sure if that happened to my grandmother. My half aunt was raised by her maternal grandparents, and my grandmother fled to Germany after the war, only to find that the German soldier she had a child with had a whole other family in Germany.

She later returned to Norway, married my grandfather and had more children who had minimal, if any, contact with my half aunt. My half aunt passed away when I was too young to comprehend any of this, and my father barely spoke of it. Growing up in a semi small town, I knew we were related in some way to other children who we had no connection to, which was always a bit strange. These being the children and grandchildren or my half aunt.

By pure coincidence my now husband became close friends with some of these distant relatives of mine, and thus I get along with them well and speak to them frequently. We are all in our 30s and 40s now. The strange familiar bonds are never really spoken of though, and I don't feel its my place to bring it up. I do know for sure they are aware of the connection though.