Sixty-eighth 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. Her third child, a son, was born there in February 1916. The family has now relocated (again) to a home near Valmiera, and the Russian Revolution is in full swing. For more background, see here, and click on the tag â€œdiary entriesâ€ to see all of the entries that I have posted.
If there is mention of a recognizable historical figure and event, I will provide a Wikipedia link so that you can read more about the events that Alise is describing.
February 27, 1918
We have now returned to Anna estate with our things. The children are happy, the remaining farmhands are submissive, humble. All of the rioters were given 24 hours to leave, and all of them were quick to obey. And so all is well again – we have a hearty table in these times of shortages and famine. How have we earned God’s mercy, maybe He will be testing us again in the future.