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~ MARGOT LUZIE ~
Margot: Child of light. Persian
Luzie: Graceful Light. Italian
Margot was born in war-torn Berlin, Germany to alcoholic parents on a December day in 1938. The first of six children, Margot, perhaps, bore the brunt of having the most responsibility of all her siblings and enduring the most abuse.
Yet Margot would want you to understand that abuse was the norm back then and not unusual at all. Many families could tell you similar, or even worse, stories.
Margot and her siblings were always hungry. Food and money were scarce and the stories of people eating potatoes one day and the peels the next, were her reality.
One could buy cake crumbs for a few pfennig, if you could scrape together enough coin, and once her brother did just that and ate every last crumb without sharing. On another occasion, the children were warned not to touch the family’s loaf of bread while their parents went out. Margot was so hungry that the minute her parents left, she got out the knife for just a tiny bite. Unknown to her, Papa was watching and she paid dearly with a whipping.
Margot would wonder for years why her mother allowed her father to abuse her and her siblings.
When it came to baths, all six kids were bathed in the same water, starting with the youngest. When they outgrew their shoes, the tips were cut off to make sandal-like footwear. Margot’s siblings shared a room and most also shared their beds, sleeping head to feet. In Margot’s neighbourhood, children often went missing and Margot would walk with her sister for safety.
These were the days before penicillin was widely distributed, and little Margot lost a significant portion of her hearing due to an infection that destroyed much of her inner ear. This may have been a blessing in disguise as some of Margot’s happiest memories center on being hospitalized and receiving three meals per day.
Another bright light in her life were her grandparents. They had a special place in their hearts for Margot and she had a special place in hers for them.
At 20, Margot married and a year later she would immigrate to Canada with her new husband. Three years later she would give birth to the first of her two children. At that time Margot swore an oath to herself: 1. Her children would never know hunger, 2. They would never be abused, 3. They would each have their own bedroom.
As an infant, Diana’s crib was beside Margot’s bed. Because of Margot’s hearing disability, she would wake often during the night and place her hand on Diana’s chest to make sure she was still breathing.
Margot often sang, “You are my Sunshine,” after reading a story to her children at night. Diana thought her mother had the voice of an angel. “Long after me and your Dad are gone, you’ll still have each other – you’re all that you have; remember that,” Margot would tell her children.
Many years later, Margot would celebrate Ruth’s (her Mother) 80th Birthday with her in Berlin. Margot would be the reason that all her rivaling siblings would set aside their differences and come together in one place to honour their mother. At this event Margot fully came to a place of peace and forgiveness in her heart toward her mother.
Margot is playful at heart and lived out some of her childhood dreams by going to parks, riding bikes, going to zoos, gardens, amusement parks with her children and grandchildren. When Margot’s anger flares, it is usually because she is afraid for someone she cares about or feels helpless in a particular situation.
~ HUMP DAY CHRONICLES ~
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Abi said:
This is a beautiful story…. Its inspiring and also highly emotional…. Margot is beautiful in and out ……. with all she went through she was able to find peace and forgiveness in her heart towards her mother…… God bless Margot! you are an awesome storyteller Diana…… thanks for sharing……………
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dianasschwenk said:
Thank you so much Abi. It’s mutual then. I love how you tell stories too!
Diana xo
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Professions for PEACE said:
WOW! Such a beautiful addition to this sacred project Diana. What an amazing woman you were born to. Her vow for her children was incredible. She broke patterns and made a better life for herself and her children. I love it!! Such a beautiful story of hope, and of overcoming any odds. Thank you for sharing. These stories are beautifully written and are very touching. Warm hugs, Gina xo
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dianasschwenk said:
Thanks Gina, very high praise coming from you!
And you’re right about my mom. You know each child can find flaws in their parents, but when we get older and learn where they have come from our perceptions change and we become grateful.
Diana xo
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Wyrd Smythe said:
Wonderful! You really breath life into your stories! Amazing the lives our ancestors lived!
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dianasschwenk said:
It is amazing isn’t it? Thanks Smitty!
Diana xo
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Torbs said:
I have not read any of the comments above because I have tears in my eyes and didn’t want to add to them. Herregud, it’s called in Swedish and it’s said when you have nothing else to say. You have told this beautifully Diana…
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dianasschwenk said:
Thank you so much Torbs. Your empathy means so much.
Diana xo
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Ian Munro @ leadingessentially.com said:
We all need to know these stories to know both the darkness and light human hearts are capable of. I am so happy that your mother was able to find the play time she was deprived of later in life.
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dianasschwenk said:
Me too Ian! I am really enjoying the writing of this series, thanks for stopping by and reading it.
Diana
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gingeralicia88 said:
Ahhww I love these posts about your family, so open and honest! Looking forward to part 4. xx
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dianasschwenk said:
Thanks so much Alicia!
Diana xo
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Jean said:
You are very fortunate that your mother vowed to have a different life for her children. The story of your mother and her siblings sharing the same bath water:
Well, my partner tells me when he immigrated here as a young boy @7 yrs. in early 1950’s from Germany, yes they all shared same bath water for lst few years. Very poor. And his mother went last. She was the only female. She was a hardworking, kind hearted person who lived until 93 yrs.
Yup…my partner vowed he would be better as a partner..
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dianasschwenk said:
Jean, I have to meet you guys one day…ahh the stories we could share!
Diana xo
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Sheryl said:
What a lovely tribute to your mother. She somehow managed to survive a difficult childhood–and become a wonderful, caring, strong woman.
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dianasschwenk said:
Thanks Sheryl, I’m sure she’ll appreciate you saying so!
Diana xo
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When in New Places said:
Another beautifully written post, Diana.
It’s unreal to think that this was not so long ago, what a different world it was.
She seems like such a strong woman and she did a great job raising you to be that way as well! 😀
~Andrea<3
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dianasschwenk said:
Thank you Andrea ❤
Diana xo
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elizabeth2560 said:
I LOVE this series you are doing on the women in your family. This is a lovely heartfelt tribute to you mother. You are obviously fond of her and have a great respect for where she came from. Beautiful.
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dianasschwenk said:
Thanks Elizabeth! She worked hard and succeeded in ending the cycle of abuse. Lucky us!
Diana xo
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joannerambling said:
Yes I get that what we call abuse was often just part of life for older generations, it is sad that it is like that, it is also the reason you have so many who are against smacking, although I feel there is a difference between a firm smack on the bum and abuse……………..just saying……………Margot sounds like a wonderful, loving woman
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dianasschwenk said:
Thanks for weighing in Jo-anne. Yeah, she comes from a place of wanting the best for her family.
Diana xo
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Jennifer's Journal said:
Margot sounds like a wonderful woman. Sometimes I think adversity can hava a huge affect on how someone determines to live her life. My mom grew up in a poor family here in NL before confederation, as many of her generation did. I remember her telling me how she considered herself lucky at Christmas to receive half an apple in her stocking, and any gift was usually homemade.
Thanks for sharing, Diana. I love reading how people lived and survived back then.
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dianasschwenk said:
It’s so true Jennifer. Thanks for sharing about your mom. Sometimes I think that the more you have the less grateful you become…what do you think?
Diana xo
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Jennifer's Journal said:
Yes, I believe the more you get, the higher your expectations become, to a point where you feel entitled. But are you any happier?
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dianasschwenk said:
I don’t know about others but I don’t think I am Jennifer. I’m happiest when I’m a little bit hungry literally and figuratively. Because when the thing longed for comes, it’s all the tastier. Yet then what? What do you do next? What do we strive for, dream about, work towards?
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russtowne said:
I love these posts, and look forward to the next installment, Diana. What a gift you are giving to future generations, and to your readers!
Russ
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dianasschwenk said:
I’m so glad you’re enjoying them Russ – thank for your encouragement!
Diana xo
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stuffitellmysister said:
beautiful ♥
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dianasschwenk said:
Thank you my dear!
Diana xo
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cyclingrandma said:
Yes keep sharing. Lots of stories packed inside these posts.
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dianasschwenk said:
Thanks for your encouragement Lisa!
Diana xo
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bulldog said:
Once more this is just a wonderful share… to know ones roots and what they went through is a privilege not many get to share, … you are very privileged… I look forward to the next post in the series and the eventual book…
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dianasschwenk said:
book? I thought I’d skip that and go straight to the made-for-TV-movie…. Seriously though, thank you for your kind words and encouragement.
Diana xo
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