Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Roots

I remember Mrs. Gutsche saying to me a long time ago, "The older you get, the more you yearn for your first family-parents, siblings." I am still turning through the pages of The Hiding Place revisiting all my favorite paragraphs and I just think I should read a page a day of this book til I die. Corrie and Betsie seemed to me in my 20's sort of like my mom Ruth and her best friend and dear sister, Maugie. Maugie died of cancer a day before Lowen was born. That was a low time for my mother. They only reminded me of Corrie and Betsie because I saw how much they loved each other. Today when I reread one of my favorite parts of this book, I thought more of my sister Dawn and me as I imagined us in that horrible situation:

"After 4 months of being separated in the Nazi prison camp, I saw her auburn hair amid the crowd and as we stepped on to the train at the same time, I seized her hand in mine. Together we found seats in the crowded compartment, together we wept. It had been our first separation in fifty-three years. It seemed to me I could bear anything with Betsie beside me."

Isn't that beautiful yet painful and doesn't it make you realise what luxurious lives we live?

2 comments:

riverrat said...

Hi! Just found you out!
Great hearing your voice at the other end of the phone-we've known each other for a long time,K.H.! A LOT of living in those years for both of us.
Welcome to the blogger world and I LOVE The Hiding Place. Rachel was introduced to it this year and it impacted her like it has the rest of us!

riverrat said...

And on Pax-Rachel is the last in our home. She is stuck with the "old folks". But it has given me a real picture of what life was like for my sister after I left home and also, it is a real treat to have just "one" kid-at least part-time:-)