(Left) Japanese bombs destroy ammo stacks in Soerabaja.
KNIL (Dutch) soldiers surrender.
There are no family photographs, only memories. Memories of a five-year old imprisoned by Japanese soldiers. Memories of love, courage and most of all hope. Hope that there was a God who would walk through the valley of death, known as WWII, with her. And He did.
These are the first stories my mom (Helaene or, Laney) can remember as we try to put the pieces of her life all in order. Information of dates, times and places are still sketchy but I can feel it come together. She does want to make it clear that she harbors no anger against the Japanese or the Indonesian people. These are her earliest memories . . .
4 comments:
Hi Gatekeeper, I followed the link from BLOG VILLAGE. This blog is the "Site of the Moment" on the 1st page! I thought I would stop by and tell you that I am keeping an eye on your mother's story...
Ah, Janey, thanks for the news. Mom's hosting a couple of friends from Holland right now. Driving them all over Southern Cal, so the story is on hold till tomorrow...Hopefully. Thanks so much for your support and encouragement.
Are you going to enter the BLOG VILLAGE Family Blog Carnival? I sure hope so!! I want everyone to know about your fantastic story.
All the blogs that link TO you are eligible to enter, too!
http://blogvillage.dirtybutter.com/2007/01/blog-village-goes-gonzo-family-blog.htm
DB, I totally have my brain on high alert and will enter the carnival. But isn't mom's story incomplete? Give me some ideas. Time is running out, huh? I'm thinking.
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