Leaving Latvia

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Writing Exercise – A ‘Point of No Return’ Event for An Ancestor

For my mother’s family, leaving Latvia was inevitable. When the Russians were close to regaining Communist control in 1944, it was time to prepare for escape.

My mother’s adoptive parents sent their porcelain and crystal to friends, then packed clothes, bedding, and the barter goods they would need. Next, they packed preserved food. Black bread, fish, vegetables, butter, jam, and tea. And my mother, who was still in high school, packed photos of her deceased parents, and her books.

When they heard the guns and saw the fires burning – the Germans were destroying Latvia as they left – it was time to go. On 4th September 1944, they fled on the last ship to leave Riga for Europe, a cargo vessel full of animals, injured soldiers, and terrified people.

With no available sleeping quarters, my grandfather bartered for beds. He bribed the crew with alcohol and cameras. My mother, the smallest, slept in a bathtub.

They arrived safely in Danzig two days later, lucky to have not been bombed. A month later, in October 1944, Riga fell.

My mother did not take in the full seriousness of the situation, nor the fact that they were fleeing to a Europe in the full grip of war. However, in a moment of true defiance, on the day she left Latvia, my mother expressed her true feelings for the first time, without fear of retribution. She scratched, ‘I HATE COMMUNISM’ in large letters across her desk for all to see.

She believed she would return. They never did, and not only did they leave behind their life and their possessions, they left behind their most precious ideal – Latvia’s freedom.

(275 words)

© Inara Hawley 2017

6 thoughts on “Leaving Latvia

  1. Wow! Even at my age, it is apparent that I know nothing. I bet this speaks in thunderous words to the refugees of today. 😦
    Beautifully recounted, Inara.

  2. A compelling short story Inara. I’ve been looking into my family’s migration to Australia from Britain after WWII. They ended up in Leigh Creek, a desert mining town that saw a steady supply of displaced persons from Europe who must have wondered what sort of additional punishment being sent there was. Thanks for posting.

    • Hi Danae – thanks so much for your comment. Yes, when my parents arrived in Australia it was a shock. But it was freedom and for that they were grateful. Thanks again for your response – I really appreciate it. 🙂

    • Thank you so much Dean. There’s of course a lot more to the story, but as it was a university assignment, I had to keep it to 275 words. Thanks again for your response. I really appreciate it. 🙂

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