So I did something I hardly EVER do anymore - read an entire book in one day!
The boys were home from school on a snow day and they were playing SO nicely together. Andy and I both have some sort of colds/sinus thing going on and were a little miserable. I put him in bed for a nap and snuggled up under a quilt on the couch and read Winter Garden by Kristin Hannah.
It was a very easy read and one I found that I didn't want to put down. The story was about a family. The two daughters have never had a close relationship with their mother and do not know why. They simply adore their father. On his deathbed he makes them promise to get their mother to tell them her story - in its entirety.
After much persuasion and determination on the sister's part, she begins. At first it sounds like a fairy tale she told them as children. As the story continues to unfold, they realize this is HER story. She was a girl who grew up in Russia, right before World War II. She and her family suffered much at the hands of Stalin, including the death of her father. Her husband was a former Prince. She had two small children and they all lived with her mother, sister and grandmother. The Germans were invading Russia and her husband was enlisted to help the army. Through this amazing story of perseverance, you see how desperate she was to keep her family alive. Her sister died from a bombing, as did her grandmother. Her mother died from starvation and cold. She managed somehow to keep her children alive, when her husband sent for her from the only evacuation route open, an ice road across a frozen lake, she packed up her children and took off. Her son grew weaker and weaker and she got him to a hospital where he died of dysentery. She sent her daughter on a train to meet her husband because she refused to leave her son alone to die. She left a few days later and as she stepped off the train, she saw her husband and daughter waiting for her. As she walked down the train platform, German bombs struck and she saw them go up in the air. She was hurt badly and woke up later in a tent hospital. Someone told her noone else survived. She was despondent. She went to the front lines and walked up to the Germans and asked them to shoot her. Instead, they took her prisoner and put her in a work camp. That was where she met her daughters' father, Evan and how she came to America. She had always kept herself at a distance from her daughters because she had lost so much already.
Through some different events that happened, they ended up on a cruise to Alaska. While there, they looked for a professor that had long ago tried to get Anya (the mother) to tell her story about the siege of Leningrad (St. Petersburg). After letting him tape her story, he sent her to another person. Once they got there, they came to realize, the lady at that house was her daughter - the one they thought was dead in the train station bombing. Evidently, she and her father had been sent to another town to a hospital. Once they were better, they came back looking for Anya and she was gone. They spent the next years looking for her. Her first husband, Sasha had only died a few months before.
It was a sweet and sad story. It definitely made me think about what I would do if I were in a similar situation. How I would take of my children in the midst of famine, natural disaster or war? We have been so blessed in our lifetime to have avoided war on our own soil. The ravages of civil war, genocide and tribal wars have decimated entire people groups in Africa, Central and South America and even parts of Europe in my lifetime. I know America has suffered horrific terrorist attacks, but we still do not know the devastation that comes from having battles fought in your town, all around you, and having nowhere to go.
It is my sincere prayer that we do not have to endure such a trial in our lifetime (or my children's). She talked about only having oil cakes and an onion to eat for a week. She talked of surviving in 20 below temperatures with only a small stove for heat and chopping up furniture to have something to burn in the stove. We are so blessed in our lives. We do not worry if there will be enough to feed our children. I do not worry that we will have no heat, running water or clothing. The biggest inconvenience in my life is trivial when compared to the burdens of mothers around the world!
If you are looking for a book to make you think a little and entertain you, this is a good read.
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