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What a perfect time to read this
on May 20, 2014
Only last night, I watched a program on the capturing of Adolph Eichman and the ensuing trial that dealt him a death sentence. Sometimes we watch these kinds of shows or read stories like that of Siggy Buckley, forgetting that actual living people were treated so disastrously. I suppose my nature makes it somewhat hard to understand how other human beings could commit such atrocities on others.
I was sad that the now-owner of the family home would not allow Siggy's mother or her aunt to go inside, despite the cab driver Casimir's pleadings; the owner was afraid they had come back to lay claim to the family home where they resided with their mother some sixty years earlier.
It would have been far easier for a sole adult to make this two-month trek to safety, rather than toting young children and a one-year old baby. My goodness. Foraging for food, avoiding assaults by Russian soldiers or vagabonds encountered along the way, passing dead bodies in their paths - I cannot even begin to imagine this. But, after safety comes the after affects, the toll the journey took on the body and emotions. Today we know all about PTSD. Not so back then.
My favorite line in the book: "Surely, we would return one day when the crazed adults had sorted out their war, like my friends and I always made up again soon after a fight."
I, too, am a member of The National League of American Pen Women, Inc., and am happy to have read this story; it gives me greater understanding of my sister Pen Woman, Siggy Buckley, and of the legacy handed down to her. As a writer, there is a certain sense of obligation one feels to share a story like this. I'm glad she finally made the time to put it to paper.
Truly, this is a story dripping in pain. This very sad tale should make us all thankful that we live in peace and in a country that ensures our human rights. Daily I thank my God for this.
Author of The Rockstar and The Fan