Eighth installment from the diary of my great-grandfather’s sister Alise, written during the First World War. When the diary starts, she is living just a few miles from the front lines of the Eastern Front, and is then forced to flee with her husband and two young daughters to her family’s house near Limbaži as the war moves even closer. For the background, see here.

September 20, 1915

Autumn in the hills, valleys, it also lives in the heart. We are guests here. Papa left with brother Bruno to take him to the war, until CÄ“sis, from where he wants to try to get to Jumprava by the side roads. Just to take a look, and to be sure, that there is nothing there for us anymore. Then to try and find new things, start life again. It will be time for that. Now I am nervous for him, he’s been away a whole week with no news. Surely dear God will protect our good Papa and provider. My soul waits, God is our Master, everything is as He wishes and under his protection, the soul does not wait, just ask for your Saviour!

WW1 Diary – September 20, 1915
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