11 Aug

The rest of the story – Aug. 10,2013

Siberia – this one word struck terror in my parents heart as well as any other citizen of German heritage. Those who remained after Lenin annihilated most of them during the 1919/20 revolution when my mother was a teenager.

Let me explain ( for those who have not kept up with foreign history ).

The purpose of the revolution was to extinguish the rich and powerful to create the socialist government the the peasants longed for because of the suffering they had endured during the czars regimes.  the German settlers that Catherine, the Great had brought to the Ukraine to develop the land were among those and most of them had been executed along with the czar and his family.  Those who had survived were now considered enemies of the state and sent to Siberia, most of them never returned.  The reason for this inhumane massacre of human beings was that Stalin had a grand plan of developing Siberia into a thriving community and he needed man power.  Since no one would ever enlist for this massive outrage he had to come up with a plan for drafting men to first build railroads to enter this hostile area of Russia with the brutal weather conditions.  He would have people arrested and sent to where he needed them on trumped up charges of criminal activities  – this could be anything under the general term of enemy of the state.

That was the reason for my mother’s fear of not having lunch ready on time.  Still, she could have found a way to keep me out of her way, other then to place me in the tomato field to have to crawl back.  On the other hand I could have been the kind of baby to just sit there and cry until she would rescue me – I guess it mostly depends on the kind of personality one is born with.

On the surface one might consider her a cruel woman.  She was ready to die,on the other hand, when she refused to have an abortion ( see page 8) on religious grounds.  Is it any wonder that her love for me was such a mixture of love/hate feelings ? carrying this baby for nine months, knowing that she would die during childbirth if her husband was spared the Siberia prison sentence because of her refusal to abort.  One can only imagine the strife between the couple on top of the fears.

Now that I am an elderly adult who has experienced enough hardship to understand the need to make choices that have no alternative but to choose the lesser of two evils I can understand her.

And analyzing the situations I can have empathy for my parents – and gratitude for them making life and death decisions that gave me life.

Thank you, Muttie, not only for suffering the fear of death for nine months but for also defying the threat of Siberia when you broke the law again by using the forbidden home remedy to save my life later on (page 12).

Life is precious no matter how difficult.

Hope to make contact with you all next Saturday.   


One response to “

  1. Jerri Bronson

    August 17, 2013 at 5:39 am

    I went back and read all of the blog entries. As usual I am enjoying your writing and open honesty. I think I will have to go back and reread your book. I still miss our time together.



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