Monthly Archives: November 2015
It was Christmas Eve. I prayed for a miracle, maybe, just maybe my brother will come home for Christmas. He did! I thought that my life is as happy as it can ever be. The Angel on my Christmas tree seemed to smile, the candles lit up the whole big room so bright, prisms of the chandelier cast shining stars on the ceiling, this is my Christmas! I had only one Christmas wish, and it was fulfilled. My brother came…..
After many days at sea, we arrived at a totally obliterated city, Danzig, Germany. We were ordered to get on a very long and dark train, there were no windows only a huge sliding door. After a few hours it started moving. Sitting in total darkness on the cold boards, the ride felt endless. The happenings during the long ride are etched so deep in my mind, they still linger on for the rest of my life. Finally we arrived…..
As a small child I had learned a great deal about my country and our people. The Baltic countries are geographically situated like a gateway to the East, an inviting location for war operations. Their resources culturally, historically, agriculturally and geographically were inviting to aggressors.Throughout the centuries they were invaded by harsh conquering forces, who stole and destroyed natural treasures and killed our people. My grandfather was one of the young men who fought for the freedom of Latvia in…..
It was so painful to watch my childhood home being destroyed, all I found was a small stone in the ashes. I would treasure it, keep it safe in my pocket, that was all I had left from my home. After a long and terrifying walk, we finally reached our farm. The mental meanderings of that walk had made me sleepy. My mare, Lolo, was resting at the barn, I leaned at her neck and dozed off. The nickering of…..
My book is about the harrowing ordeal, sacrifice, loss, survival and love for life. It is a story of war-ravaged Europe in World War ll. I was a very small child and became a witness to the devastation in my homeland, Latvia, it was too much to bear and I became a stoic. Most of the time I was all alone, my observations had matured and became trapped in my innocent mind of a child. I started to distrust the…..
During my dire days in WW ll many times I was separated from my parents and I felt like an orphan, now I have come to terms with my plight. All I had left was my faith, hope and will to survive. It was a lone walk filled with ordeals. By nature a child is a care-giver, I hung on to my small stone that I found in the ashes of my childhood home. It became a “living thing” to…..
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