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Four Generations of Women – The Post Series Post

12 Wednesday Mar 2014

Posted by dianasschwenk in Hump Day Chronicles, In My Opinion, My Stories

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4 Generations of Women, children, daughters, Diana Schwenk, family, growing up, Hump Day Chronicles, life, memories, Mothers, Relationships

Breton Woman Seated under a Large Tree 907

I had always thought, without really thinking at all, that four generations might take me back to at least the 1800s. But four generations isn’t really that long. The years between my Oma’s birth and my daughter’s birth only number 73. The number of years that all four of us were alive at the same time is only seven. When I look at it in these terms our lives really are just a drop in the bucket in the grand scheme of time.

When I started on this series it was important for me to tell the stories without judgement. In writing the first one, judgement showed up almost immediately, so I scrapped it and started again. Judgement showed up again. It was then I decided to write this series in the third person, as if I was a journalist just interested in facts. And it worked! Writing in the third person allowed me to write from an emotionally detached place.

I don’t think we should live in the past, but we mustn’t pass up the opportunity to understand what made our ancestors the way they were. Often through understanding, comes forgiveness and forgiveness frees us to live with joy. Obviously, these posts are just snippets of stories and glimpses into moments of time. But there is enough there to see themes that have threaded their way through the generations, like: anger, strength, leaving home at a young age, with at least three of us, moving far enough away from home that we couldn’t just drop by for coffee!

As for missing details, not sharing everything was also an intentional decision. As I stated up front, I wanted to seek out permission before publishing each post. As you can imagine, perhaps even from your own family stories, there are things too painful to speak outside of one’s family, there are things that feel shameful to us, even if they wouldn’t be viewed as such and maybe in the long run it’s for the best. Maybe our lessons are best learned and understood through living them, rather than through the experiences of others. Whatever the case, we the three remaining, know those missing details and they help us to understand, forgive, grow and make us strong.

Future Generations of Women – a picture of 100 years from now

I am a dreamer with a vivid imagination, (I really can’t help it!) so I thought it might be fun to take a look ahead at one amazing woman who will be born in my family by exploring a moment in time on one single day in the future.

It is the year 2114. My 15-year-old, great, great, great, great-granddaughter, perhaps named after one of us, has just had a devastating experience. She’s not sure how to handle it, who she should tell, if she should tell anyone, or if anyone would even understand.

She remembers her mother’s trunk that holds the recorded history of the women in her family, a tradition that was continued by her great, great, great-grandmother, Michaela with stories contributed by her daughters and their daughters after them. She begins to read it starting with my posts, and at first she is disappointed because of the lack of details – she has so many questions!

As she continues to read the stories written by generations of her ancestors, she begins to see patterns. She sees where these women struggled, where they screwed up, where they picked up the pieces and created a better future. They are far from perfect, but they seem to possess incredible resilience and strength. They become so alive to her that she feels she can reach out and touch them.

She marvels at the lives of these women. Each generation seems to have discerned the things that are bad and the things that are good and have created a new reality – one that reflects their values and vision for them and their daughters. “I wonder if they knew they were doing that,”  she ponders.

Suddenly she knows that she too, will overcome. She opens her journal and writes… “Today, something horrible has happened to me but I will find help and will figure it out, I’m going to be OK…”

~ HUMP DAY CHRONICLES ~

Related posts:

Our Families and Why We Are the Way We Are

Four Generations of Women – Part 1

Four Generations of Women – Part 2

Four Generations of Women – Part 3

Four Generations of Women – Part 4

Four Generations of Women – Part 4

05 Wednesday Mar 2014

Posted by dianasschwenk in Hump Day Chronicles, My Stories

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4 Generations of Women, children, daughters, Diana Schwenk, family, growing up, Hump Day Chronicles, life, memories, Mothers, Relationships

~ LISELOTTE RUTH MARGOT ~

Ruth, 18 year old with Margot

18-year-old Ruth with Margot

Liselotte: Saint

Ruth: Derived from the Hebrew word רְעוּת (re’ut) meaning “friend”.

Margot: Child of light. Persian

Liselotte was born just a couple of years after the first World War on a summer day in August of 1920. Unfortunately, photographs and stories of Liselotte’s (Ruth’s)  childhood, if they ever existed, are lost. It is known however, that she was raised with two sisters.

Childhood couldn’t have been easy for Ruth who grew up during the Great Depression and came of age at the beginning of the second World War. It would follow that food and basic necessities were scarce. It is likely that Ruth may have also been abused as a child.

At age 17, Ruth married and one year later at 18, she gave birth to the first of six children. It was a hard life, six children and a husband five years her senior, away at war for most of the early years of their young family. At some point alcoholism became part of Ruth’s reality, perhaps as a way to cope with her difficult circumstances.

Ruth was physically strong for a woman – a trait that was passed down to the women of the next generations.

Ruth and her husband, Fritz spent a lot of time at the bar. Fritz had lost his leg to Gangrene after being injured in the war and had a wooden leg. One of his favourite pranks was to sit beside a stranger and hit the stranger’s leg as hard as he could. Predictably, the stranger would hit him back, not knowing that Fritz’s leg was made of wood. Now, not only did his leg hurt, but so did his hand – all to the great amusement of Fritz who was said to laugh loudly each time his scheme worked.

Once while Ruth was waiting for her husband on the ground floor of the building they lived in, she could hear her child screaming from their apartment a few floors up. She ran up the stairs, burst into the apartment, and screamed at her husband to stop whipping their daughter for taking a piece of bread.

Fritz died in his 50’s due to severe health issues with his leg complicated by his excessive drinking. Many years later Ruth told her then teenaged granddaughter that a couple of weeks before Fritz died, she woke up in the middle of the night. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the angel of death looked at her and then pointed his finger at her husband. She knew then, he would die. Widowed in her 40’s, Ruth never remarried.

As the years went by many of Ruth’s children became bitter and estranged from each other and their mother. Except for Margot who escaped these family feuds by moving to Canada, and Frank the youngest of the six who had a close relationship with Ruth.

Ruth never revealed much about herself, even when asked by her granddaughter. Although she never really let her guard down or easily showed affection, there were hints and clues that made it obvious she cared.

Ruth drank most of her adult life and smoked filter-less cigarettes that came in a red pack, yet she remained remarkably strong and active for most of her life. In her 70’s she told her eldest, “I just want to make it to my 80th birthday and bring in the year 2000.”

Ruth, having lost most of her eyesight due to glaucoma, celebrated her 80th birthday surrounded by all her children in August 2000. She had achieved her wish. Sadly she passed away several months later in February, 2001.

Ruth was tall, loud and strong. Her granddaughter remembers her laugh and her vice-like grip on her arm. It would seem that Ruth’s anger was a shield of protection – an automatic defensive reaction to any threat that came against her.

~ HUMP DAY CHRONICLES ~

Related posts:

Our Families and Why We Are the Way We Are

Four Generations of Women – Part 1

Four Generations of Women – Part 2

Four Generations of Women – Part 3

Four Generations of Women – Part 3

26 Wednesday Feb 2014

Posted by dianasschwenk in Hump Day Chronicles, My Stories

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4 Generations of Women, children, daughters, Diana Schwenk, family, growing up, Hump Day Chronicles, life, memories, Mothers, Relationships

~ MARGOT LUZIE ~

Ruth and Margot

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 ~

Related posts:

Our Families and Why We Are the Way We Are

Four Generations of Women – Part 1

Four Generations of Women – Part 2

Four Generations of Women – Part 2

19 Wednesday Feb 2014

Posted by dianasschwenk in Hump Day Chronicles, My Stories

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4 Generations of Women, children, daughters, Diana Schwenk, family, growing up, Hump Day Chronicles, life, memories, Mother, Relationships

~ DIANA SUSANNE ~

Margot with Diana

Margot with Diana

Diana: The name of the Roman goddess of the moon, the hunt, forests, and childbirth.

Susanne: the Hebrew root is the lily, שושן, and is derived from the root שוש or ששנ, meaning “to be joyful, bright, or cheerful”

Diana was born in Quebec, Canada just before 7am on a winter’s day in February 1963. It was a quick and easy delivery for her mother.

Diana learned to walk early. When her brother came along, she reverted back to crawling and would climb into her brother’s crib to pinch him!

As a small child, Diana was quiet and shy, preferring animals to people. She believed with all her heart that she could communicate with animals and did not fear them. Although Diana’s family struggled to make ends meet, she would never lack for anything and it wouldn’t occur to her until much later that for years they had lived paycheck-to-paycheck.

Once while visiting relatives in Germany with her family, a very young Diana went out with her uncle to buy a Birthday card for her Dad. Her uncle watched with a mix of amusement and astonishment as she compared a card she could afford with another that she preferred, but could not afford. In the end she switched the price tags and purchased the one she wanted at the price she could afford.

Diana grew up with angst during the cold war and was convinced she would not live to be 18. Getting mixed up with the ‘Cool Crowd’ she smoked, drank and experimented with drugs early in her teens. These were tough years for her family, her relationship with her mother was especially strained.

At 20 years of age, Diana moved out west with her boyfriend to help his sister build a log house. This move across the country was the event that would turn her life around. It was a chance for a brand new start and she grabbed onto it with both hands.

Later she would move to Calgary and meet the father of her children. In 1992, she delivered a still-born son and three months later Diana was pregnant again with Michaela. In the sixth month of pregnancy, the father of the baby ended their relationship. It was a devastating blow but the life within her gave her purpose and she resolved to do whatever she had to, to care for her child.

Many years later, Diana would take two consecutive tropical trips with her mother. On one of the trips, Margot shared about a book she was reading; it talked about family history repeating itself. Even in relation to the way that families pose for photographs; seemingly similar from generation to generation. These trips would open the floodgates of understanding and an adult friendship would blossom between them.

Diana is an eternal optimist, always looking for what is good in people and situations. A champion for the underdog, she is most easily angered when she perceives an injustice has been committed. Diana believes in community working together by using their individual gifts for the common good. She is a dreamer, perhaps a little too much of a dreamer, at times to the chagrin of pragmatists.

~ HUMP DAY CHRONICLES ~

Related posts:

Our Families and Why We Are the Way We Are

Four Generations of Women – Part 1

Four Generations of Women – Part 1

12 Wednesday Feb 2014

Posted by dianasschwenk in Hump Day Chronicles, My Stories

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4 Generations of Women, children, daughters, Diana Schwenk, family, growing up, Hump Day Chronicles, life, memories, Michaela, Mothers, Relationships

~ MICHAELA DESIREE ~

Diana with Michaela

Diana with Michaela

Michaela: a feminine form of the Hebrew name Michael (מִיכָאֵל), which means “Who is like God?”

Desiree: It is an anglicization of the French name Désirée meaning desired.

Michaela was born at 5:55PM on a snowy winter’s day in November of 1993. Blue in the face, she was rushed to ICU and spent several hours there until her oxygen levels were normal. At the same time her mother was rushed to the OR. The placenta had torn and she was hemorrhaging.

The next morning, a nurse entered the mother’s room with the baby, when her mother spoke Michaela’s head turned in her direction. They say a developing baby hears its mother’s voice in the 5th month of pregnancy. Michaela knew her mama’s voice!

Michaela talked and walked at a very early age. Always asking questions: Why is the sky blue? Why do people do the things they do? Why? Why? Why? For this reason, her mother sent her to Kindergarten at age 4.

Michaela, from the beginning was sensitive, easily hurt by another’s opinion. Once she said through sobbing tears, “I wish I was as strong as you, I wish I didn’t care so much!” Her mother assured her of her strength and explained that the gift of her sensitivity would ensure that she would always treat others with kindness. For example, once when a girl at daycare was picking on a boy of mixed race, Michaela defended him with great courage and conviction.

Michaela was in grade 6, the first time she ran away from home. She filled her backpack with canned items like beans and other things she hated, took most of the loonies from her mother’s laundry money jar, and left before her mother got home from work. She walked and walked to ‘she hadn’t planned where’ and knocked on doors offering to work for pay.

Michaela longed for ‘normal family’ life. Due partly to circumstances in her mother’s life, her own life at school and with friends, and a deep longing to get to know her Dad, Michaela moved in with her Dad in the middle of grade 8.

For the most part, having pets, two adults in a home, siblings, friends, living in the country suited Michaela’s need to belong. Even here, however, there were struggles, hurt feelings, and disillusionments.

Over a period of two years, she would run away twice. Michaela became independent at a very young age, having learned to sooth herself and count on herself to do what is right for her. In spite of a turbulent couple of years in her teens that resulted in having to repeat the last year of high school to graduate, Michaela seems to have found her place in yet another town with a wonderful boyfriend. One day, she will be an amazing Mom.

Michaela holds her cards close to her chest. She rarely shares her troubles until they are long-lost in the past. Her anger, when it flares, is a manifestation of being hurt or sad. She treats others with kindness and perhaps gets a little too much into their business at times, maybe because she wants so desperately to spare others from pain.

~ HUMP DAY CHRONICLES ~

Related post: Our Families and Why We Are the Way We Are

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