Thirty-fifth 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. Her third child, a son, was born there in February 1916. The family has now relocated to a home near Valmiera. For more background, see here, and click on the tag “diary entries” to see all of the entries that I have posted.
Sometime after January 7, 1917
The dreaded 3rd of January came and went, leaving Papa with us. A small lump saved him. I am overwhelmed with happiness. What would we do in the opposite scenario?? Trūtiņa would not survive being separated from her father, for the child idolizes him. We spent a very cosy 7th of January, Papa’s birthday, with full tables and many guests. How good it is to be able to live like this now. God is caring for us, so we must not forget Him, we must thank Him and honour Him.