I enjoy sharing some of my photos and favorite quotes as much as I enjoy my wanderings in the woods. Today I am sharing two quotes as I could not decide between them.

“We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal and then leap in the dark to our success.”
– Henry David Thoreau

I am happy to share some of my favorite trails with you. All you have to do is ask.

Photo taken on Bainbridge Island , Washington State

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.” 
― Henry David Thoreau

About Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau, the transcendentalist philosopher and author, is best known for Walden, a spiritual memoir about his two-year sojourn in the woods. He was born in Concord, Massachusetts, in 1817 and lived nearly all his life in that small town. He explored the area as a land surveyor, and became the first American environmentalist. His writing presaged the field of ecology. He died of tuberculosis in 1862.

“The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.”
Plutarch, the Greek historian who penned more than 46 anecdote-laced biographies of famous Greek and Roman figures in his Parallel Lives series of books, was more interested in exploring the influence of character on a man’s personal destiny than in writing dry histories. He was born in Greece during Roman rule, most likely in the year 45. He traveled extensively through the Roman Empire, finally returning home to become a priest of Apollo at the Oracle of Delphi.
He died in the year 120.
photo taken in Santorini, Greece

When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we’re dreaming with others it’s the beginning of reality.

photo taken in my neighbors garden

Today’s Blooms & A Quote

“Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength.”
– A. J. Cronin

Photo Cynthia Freese Bloedel Reserve, Bainbridge Island, Washington

About A. J. Cronin

Archibald Joseph Cronin, the Scottish novelist who wrote as A. J. Cronin, had a full career as a doctor before turning to fiction. He was born on July 19, 1896, worked as a Royal Navy surgeon during World War I, and later was appointed Medical Inspector of Mines in Wales. Some of his most famous books are The CitadelThe Keys of the Kingdom, and Pocketful of Rye. His works were known to reflect both his religious beliefs as a Roman Catholic and his medical training. He died on January 6, 1981.

“Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything — anger, anxiety, or possessions — we cannot be free.” — Thich Nhat Hanh

photo taken in my garden

A cello saved her life

a work in progress.

Part  1. 

It was a cool spring evening in 1999. Sylvia sat at the side of the bed holding her grandmother’s hand as her grandmother shared stories of her life as a young lady in Hitler’s Germany. 

I was just 16 when my parents were deported and I had not  seen them since. I was placed in an orphanage and worked at forging papers to enable French forced laborers to cross back into France.  “I could never accept that I should be killed for what I happened to be born as, and so I decided to give the Germans a better reason for killing me.”

In the summer of 1943 I tried to escape to France with forged passports, but was caught and deported to Auschwitz.  My stay in jail turned out to have been a blessing in disguise. I traveled on a prison train separately from the people who were generally sent straight to the gas chambers on their arrival.

While on the train I met an American music teacher.   At the time I had no idea of the role he would play in my future life. 

As Sylvia sat and held her grandmother’s hand she was  wondering why she had never heard any of these stories before.  Her grandmother dozed off and then woke a few minutes later asking where she had left off. Sylvia said, “you had been arrested and you just met the American music teacher.” 

 Oh yes , said her grandmother and she continued where she left off.I was fortunate to have been classified as a criminal and  not as a Jew, once at the prison I let it be known that I could play the cello so I was introduced to the orchestra of prisoners. The cello saved my life. We played as enslaved laborers. We left the camp every morning and returned every evening. None of us ever believed we’d actually leave Auschwitz some other way than through the chimney. 

 Grandmother dozed off again and Sylvia stayed by her side so that when she woke she would be able to hear more of this story that had never before been talked about. Sylvia’s grandmother didn’t wake up from her nap. 

Part 2. 

Now that her grandmother was gone Sylvia  felt obligated to spend more time her grandfather so she went home and packed up a few things and returned to her grandparents’ house.   While her grandmother was drifting away her grandfather seemed to be getting more and more confused . Her grandmother had been in denial of his diagnosis of dementia.  Some days were better than others. He was unable to remember things she told him just minutes ago but he seemed to recall events of fifty years ago as if it were yesterday. 

 While she was making room for some of her own things in the closet, tucked away in the far corner, Sylvia found an old violin case. The case seemed to have seen better days. When she opened the case there was an old violin and bundles of letters wrapped together with a  ribbon. She wondered if she should ask her grandfather about the violin and letters and decided to push the case under the bed and pick another time to bring it up with her grandfather. 

Later that night Sylvia’s mind was racing with curiosity as she thought about the violin case and the letters that were hidden inside. 

This was a mystery and she wondered if it was connected to the stories her grandmother was sharing on her deathbed. Feeling tired and a bit overwhelmed she slipped into her nightgown, had a cup of tea and drifted off to sleep. 

Part 3 

Over breakfast the next morning, Sylvia asked her grandfather about her grandmother, hoping to gather enough information to put together a beautiful obituary. With tears running down his cheeks, her grandfather instead begins rambling on about his one true love, Natalina… Sylvia  corrected her grandfather and he started to get frustrated and angry. Her grandmother had a way of keeping her grandfather calm and Sylvia was wondering how she was ever going to be able to manage his tantrums and care for him on her own. 

Later that day while her grandfather naped, Sylvia decided to remove the violin case from under the bed, she opened the case  and took the first stack of letters out. As she held them in her hands she studied them carefully, looking at the elegant handwriting on the envelopes, Inside the first letter the paper was brittle and the  ink was disappearing . Sylvia soon realized that going through these letters was going to take some time. 

Part  4 Frederick 

In 1932 Young Frederick Zoref was traveling through Europe playing his violin and teaching.  By 1933 Anti-Jewish violence in Germany and throughout Europe was on the rise. Frederick decided to change his surname to Zorin , which sounded more Russian than Jewish in an attempt to escape attention and to be able to continue performing. Frederick was teaching violin in Riga when German forces invaded and occupied Riga in the summer of 1941 at this time Fredericks violins were confiscated. To survive Frederick began work as a slave laborer for the Gestapo. Jews were being moved to the ghetto in the so called Moscow suburb of Riga and thousands of jews living in the Riga Ghetto were taken to the Rumbula forest, shot and buried in mass graves. Among them were Fredericks parents. 

Frederick, along with many other survivors, were sent to Auschwitz and then off to camps. Upon arrival Frederick made it known that he was an American violinist and so he managed to get himself on a separate train to audition for the prisoners orchestra. 

Part  5  Irena

Sylvia placed her grandmother Irena’s Obituary in the local paper and made all the funeral arrangements. A few days later when she checked the mailbox she found it stuffed with dozens of sympathy cards from friends and strangers alike. She was curious about who some of the letters were from, but was unable to learn anything meaningful from her Grandfather, who keeps referring to her Grandmother as Natalina.

While going through her Grandmothers office Sylvia came across an old address book  and instantly skimmed through looking for the name Natalina in hopes of being able to  make some sense out of her Grandfathers rambling, but no such name was anywhere to be found . Feeling disappointed  Sylvia decided to spend some time reading through some of the old letters she had set out. 

It was late in October 1944, each day the laborers marched to work as the members of the prisoners orchestra played for their lives.The orchestra played outdoors year round,in snow, rain , hail and in the summer heat,seldom being fed or given water to drink. Marching to work to the music of the orchestra was intended to help keep the labours in line. 

Irena Markstein had been performing in the women’s prison orchestra for just over a year it was a miracle that she had survived this long.  Most members of the orchestra were lucky to survive a few months as they were worked to death. Irena was an extraordinary & gifted cellist and had made a sympathizer out of an German admirer for her musical ability. The sympathizer would leave scraps of food in her cello case in hopes of helping to keep her healthy. Irena rationed the scraps and wished she could share them but this was all that was keeping her alive. She did not want to  risk getting her sympathizer caught and she certainly did not want to be accused of stealing. She was careful to keep the scraps secret and ate then in her bad at night while everyone was sleeping. 

On November first of 1944,everything changed.  With no notice all the Jewish members of the women’s orchestra were rounded up and evacuated and sent to another camp in Germany never to be seen or heard from again. 

Irena was left behind as she was categorized as a criminal and not a Jew. Later that month Auschwitz was dismantled and the remaining members of the orchestra were sent to Bergen- Belsen. They were transported in over crowded cattle cars and many died from disease, although Irena was badly beaten and nearly died of Typhus but  she survived the journey. 

Before leaving Auschwitz, Irena had been warned by her German sympathizer that she would need to try to escape at all cost as the orchestra was being moved and there were rumors that they were all scheduled to be shot to death.  

Part 6  Frederick 

Sylvia is tired, exhausted, and had not  been able to sleep in days. Her grandfather had been keeping her up at night with his screaming and crying, she could  hear him calling out for Natalina in the night. She was angry that he doesn’t seem to recognise that his wife, her grandmother, has passed. She’s hoping maybe Natalina will show up at the  funeral this afternoon, or at least she will meet someone there that knew Natalina. Missing her grandmother , trying to care for her grandfather , not sleeping and not having much of an appetite Sylvia was feeling a bit overwhelmed. She wanted answers and wanted to understand what  might be causing her grandfather to be asking for a stranger. 

Going from a horrible situation to a worse situation in the  fall of 1944, Frederick and a number of other laborers were deported to Burggraben. Where he was able to work as a  Laborer in the shipyards until the Germans decided to move all the prisoners ahead of the Ally advance.  

At the new location Frederick was recruited into one of the many groups that were sent out on death marches. The purpose of these marches was to remove evidence of crimes against humanity committed inside the camps and to prevent the liberation of German-held prisoners of war.The marches were brutal if you fell out of the march you were left for dead or shot, you were lucky to be shot. By now  Frederick was not sure that he would ever get his life back he was sure he would die here. 

Fredericks group made it to Gotentov, where they were liberated on March 10, 1945, by the Russians, after which Frederick , with the help of the Jewish underground  was sent to a Soviet repatriation camp in Poland where with the help of the Jewish Underground he was able to escape and made his way through Poland to Bavaria which was part of the American militarized zone in south Germany. Frederick spent nearly two years waiting to immigrate to America. 

During this time he did what he could to  earn a living, he chopped and sold firewood and sold his ration coupons to make extra money so that he could buy a new violin. He met a Bavaria piano player, Natalina Barosky, who was also waiting for papers to immigrate to American she helped him get a new violin and she helped him find students so that he could earn extra money. Fredrick and Natalina were married and just weeks later Frederick got his papers to go to America.The couple had a plan, Frederick would go ahead to American and work and find a place for them to live and Natalina would stay and teach piano in Bavaria until her papers for immigration came. 

Part 7

The funeral service was modest but well attended, mostly close friends and neighbors that  had know both her grandparents. 

While at the cemetery, a man approached  Sylvia, he offered his condolences and introduced himself as  Eugene Johnson, the symphony conductor that had worked with Irena when she came to the US. With tears in his eyes he started to  recall meeting Irena, “Ricky told me she was coming to Dallas to bring him a package and that she had been a friend of his wife. When I saw her I remember thinking she was much too thin and frail to be able to  play like Ricky said she could but I trusted Ricky as he had been my first chair violinist for a year and until meeting him no one I knew could play like he did . I don’t know Irena survived the journey alone with his Natalina’s infant . But when she sat with her Cello and started to play for me  she become one with it. Eugene paused to take a hanky out of his pocket to dab the tears that were rolling down his cheeks and then he continued to say, “ she was the most passionate and talented cello player I have ever met. “ 

Sylvia was confused , a package, a baby, her grandfather never mentioned having had another wife? Feeling alone and filled with grief  curiosity ,stress ,frustration and , Sylvia had even more questions now as she was now aware that she hardly new her grandparents at all . She had a thousand questions for Eugene but this was really not the  time to ask as the guests were all coming to her to  convey their sympathies for her loss. She just kept thinking to herself ,  finally someone with a clear mind that knew of Natalina and both of her grandparents way back when.  

Part  8 

Irena was a survivor, now at the overcrowded Bergen-Belsen, conditions were much worse. People were dying of malnutrition and Irena witnessed some instances of cannibalism. She was trying to plan an escape but had witnessed the deaths of many others who had tried. She had not endured all of the pain and suffering just to be shot in the back now. Remembering what she was told before leaving Auschwitz, she knew she needed to move up her escape plan if she wanted to get out of Germany alive. Just days before Irena was planning to attempt a get away British troops freed the camp on April 15, 1945.  She heard that she could get work in Bavaria playing in an orchestra and so she made her way there with the help of the Jewish underground once in Bavaria she was introduced to a pianist Natalina Barosky who helped her find work and the two women quickly become friends.

Part 9

Frederick was in the US working as a music teacher in Texas and performing in the orchestra.  He was saving as much as he could so that when Natalina received her papers he would be able to get a better home for them. 

Natalina was now six months pregnant and she still had not been given immigration papers. Natalina and Irena were becoming like sisters and were now sharing a small place and scrimping and saving what they could as they were hoping to be able to make the trip to American together. Natalina was hesitant to share with Fredrick that she was pregnant as she did not want to add additional stress for him  but she finally wrote to him to let him know that she was with child. 

Natalina’s English was not good so  she called her Frederick Rick for short.  She was filled with warmth when she received a letter back with some white baby booties. Her Rick was excited about having a child. The couple wrote letters as often as time would allow.  They shared hopes and dreams and plans for the future, they were excited about raising a child in America and working for the symphony.  

Chapter 10

Sylvia finally had a chance to get some rest and was able to go through the rest of the letters with a fresh mind.

After the death of Natalina, Irena knew that she had to  write to Rick to let him know that he had a daughter and that Natalina had died in childbirth. Irena was caring for the child as if it were her own and when she finally notified by immigration that if she could prove that she would have a job or a husband in the US her papers would be approved before the end of the year. People seemed to like and trust Irene so when she explained that the babies mother had died in childbirth and the  father was an American, she was granted permission to travel with the child to America as the child’s nanny.   

The voyage across the ocean with a young infant was not easy but Irena had seen much worse times. 

When Irena first arrived in Dallas she was spending all of her time caring for Rick’s daughter she had not had time or the energy to  play her cello. She was starting to give up on her dream of playing the Cello for herself. It wasn’t until one late , hot summer night that she could not sleep that she got up out of bed and took her cello outside. She started out playing softly under the night sky. Rick was awoken by the music and got up and sat in the shadows on the back porch and listened to her play. He has never heard anyone play with such passion. 

The next morning while Irene and Rick had breakfast Rick told Irene that he had heard her play and that he thought she needed to audition to play in the Dallas symphony.

Oh no , who would care for the baby? Rick would figure that out later and went ahead and invited the conductor over for dinner where he would then ask her to play a song or two.

finding Peace while grieving

I don’t make friends easily and I have always had trouble spending time with more than one person at a time. I had one main friend from 4th grade until I got married the first time. Yes, I talked to a few other people but I was not the kind of girl that wanted to be invited to all the birthday parties. I was the girl who was perfectly content laying out in the yard alone looking at the stars at night and going of on long walks or bike rides alone during the day. Some of my friends and family members get annoyed at my one person at a time preference but it works for me. Yes, I have been known to show up at a social event from time to time but if I don’t have a job to do while I am there I am pretty much lost.

In the past two weeks I have lost 6 dear friends. These were 6 people that I bonded with and 6 people that understood me and accepted me for how I am. These were 6 people who took time to spend quality time alone with me. I am not going to apologize for how I am I am just letting you know that I am just more comfortable being around one person at a time.

During this time of grieving I have been focusing on flowers and bugs and self care as well as being grateful for friends who love me and care.

The tree in the above photo was something I saw today while walking through a garden. The bark was rough yet beautiful while serving as a host for many it was slowly being damaged.