“Mine your own material” Day 16 in our writing 101 course: I did a post on IKEA recently and I was asked to show my readers what effect that has on my home. Thank you for the idea Janelle! Many people love to hate IKEA. I don’t because I have good memories about getting something nice that I could afford. I […]
#3 in a series on “Safe Motherhood Week” focusing on my own experience. This post was originally published two years ago. #1 Safe Motherhood Week #2 Ideas on Safe Motherhood My Own Story I was inspired to write about the subject “Maternity Depression” as I found a new blog today called “Writing at the table” by Dana Schwartz. She is […]
I have had many homes, but as the years pass by I feel more and more relaxed in my home
I am fascinated by the ways some people have been able to survive hardships without losing their minds
In this post I will include the testimony of Elfriide Kulgver. Elfriide Kulgver was born in Estonia (1909 – 1992). Like so many other people in the Baltic countries she and her family was deported by the Soviets on the 14 of June 1941 without any notice. (Post number one and post number two and post number three are linked here). In […]
I regret that I went to work to get bread and soup and let Jyri be in the ward of others'. He still might have died, but I could have been with him his last days. This is one of the horrible things of life that you voluntarily do things that you later regret without being able to change anything
How do you manage life when your husband has disappeared and your two toddlers have died of malnutrition and infections?
This is the first post of a serial of five posts based on Elfriide’s life story as deported from Estonia to Siberia and back to Estonia. Number Two, Three, Four and the post scriptum. We have friends with a dramatic background in their ancestry story. Our friend Kristjan comes from Sweden and his father Herbert escaped the Germans and the Russians by fleeing from Estonia […]
Looking back at the age of fifteen in three generations 1938, 1966 and 2000
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” ― Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays My childhood My teenage time The present time When I was a child in the fifties, I was put to bed very early at nights. Our parents were very strict on that, and there were no exceptions. The television had not yet […]
From one Heart to Another 