Fourteenth installment from the diary of my great-grandfatherâ€™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 familyâ€™s house near LimbaÅ¾i as the war moves even closer. For the background, see here, and clicking the tag “diary entries” will bring up all of the entries that I have posted.
January 17, 1916
It is Sunday. Mother and Father went to church. Papa and ArvÄ«ds are at the commission in Valmiera. Life is so somber at home – to the point of boredom. I wish we could get somewhere alone – even if just in the sauna. If we didn’t have to worry about the little ones – then we could bring it all to an end soon. Such is life now??