My thoughts today turn to an acquaintance who is very gravely ill and may not live much longer. Her name is Ines and she has a twin sister, Eva. I’ve known them all my life and also known that they have a rather interesting, and tragic, history. You see, they are survivors of Nazi Germany, Jewish by birth, who were separated from their family when they were only eleven or twelve years old and sent to Great Britain in 1938 or 1939 as part of the Kindertransport (see http://www.Kindertransport.org/ for an excellent history of this rescue operation). As far as I know, they never saw their family again and I assume they were all killed. My Grandma McCallum knew more of their story but this is as much as I know. I don’t recall Eva or Ines ever talking about this experience, at least, not when I was around.
They are really special people and I fondly remember staying with them a few times over the years when attending what we called “special meetings” (basically, a Bible conference held over a three-day period, usually Friday to Sunday) in New York. For a number of years, Ines worked in the World Trade Center. In spite of what they had been through, I don’t ever recall them being downhearted. They were always cheerful and full of hospitality to others.
Last year I watched a moving documentary of the Kindertransport, called Into the Arms of Strangers (see http://www2.warnerbros.com/intothearmsofstrangers/), which was presented with an Oscar for best documentary film in 2000 or 2001. I encourage anyone who doesn’t know about this part of recent history to look it up in your local library and to watch it.