Twentieth 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. It was here that her third child, a son, was born in February 1916. For more background, see here, and click on the tag “diary entries” to see all of the entries that I have posted.
April 10, 1916
Empty, sorrowful. No news from Papa. My heart is full of sorrows, I want to do nothing but cry. Thankfully, the children are healthy and happy and joyful in their childish minds. Olģerts, the little soldier, is a very good child and demands little work, I can’t compare him to the restless girls.