Our family arrived in Canada from Paraguay in 1952, when I was 9 years old. We children began our schooling in a little country school where most of the children and the teacher were Mennonite. The school was a 20-minute walk from the farm where we lived that first year. There were so many new things to learn for a little Mennonite girl who came from a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. Even this small country school seemed huge. People spoke differently, dressed differently, and did strange things. Recess was difficult because we now had to relate to peers who were not as understanding as the teacher. However, there were two girls who were kind to us. They were sisters and they took my younger sister and me under their wings. Their names were Barbara and Margaret; I felt safe with them.
Then the scary thing happened. The word polio became part of our vocabulary. We heard that it was a crippling disease and that we could catch it from other children who had the virus. Barbara and Margaret were no longer at school; they had caught the polio virus. Maybe they would die or they might be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of their lives. Fortunately, they survived and came back to school but by that time we had moved into town and no longer went to that country school. However, occasionally we attended church functions there until our family found a church in town. I never went near Barbara and Margaret, afraid that if they would touch me, I would get polio. At the same time, I felt guilt. They had been nice to me during a difficult time and I completely abandoned them. I wish that I would have been able to talk to someone about this, but I was too ashamed and embarrassed to mention it to anyone. I still feel the guilt!
Years later, in 1965, when I attended Canadian Mennonite Bible College in Winnipeg, we were all assigned "deputation work." My assignment was to visit a woman in one of the local hospitals. She was in an iron lung, her body from the neck down completely enveloped by it. She was one of an estimated 11,000 people in Canada who were left paralyzed by polio between 1949 and 1954.The disease peaked in 1953 with nearly 9,000 cases and 500 deaths -- the most serious national epidemic since the 1918 influenza pandemic. In 1955, the Salk vaccine became available, eventually bringing polio under control (Wikipedia).
It seems that periodically we need a reminder that we are not in control. This coronavirus pandemic we are now experiencing is one of those reminders. Hopefully, a vaccine will be discovered to stop this outbreak, but in the meantime how do we conquer our fear and anxiety?
Our church secretary sent us a little hand-washing song to the tune of "Happy Birthday." It is a simple prayer, like the ones my mother taught me to say at bedtime and it has a strangely calming effect on me. I sing it almost every time I wash my hands:
God protect us each day,
As we walk in your way,
In the footsteps of Jesus,
Our strength and our stay.
This COVID-19 virus is also a reminder of our common humanity. As Parker Palmer says in a recent interview: " 'America First' is a very stupid idea. Coronavirus teaches us that we are all interconnected." I've already noticed this interconnection in our neighborhood. Several people have offered to buy groceries for us, leaving a note in our mailbox. Also, during the recent huge and unexpected snowfall, two different people came to shovel our driveway.
Parker Palmer also said,
"Violence is what happens when we don't know what to do with our suffering."
I have been thinking about that statement in light of what happened during my grandparents' time in the 1920s in war-ravaged Ukraine. They became the victims of people finally fed up with the suffering they endured at the hands of the elite. During this time of self-isolation I have plowed through a rather dense history of that time period, The Russian Revolution by Sean McMeekin, recommended to me by a Dutch friend. I could only manage a few chapters at a time but I learned a lot. I rewarded myself by reading a novel, The Secret Wife by Gill Paul, also set in that time period, about a young Russian general who meets Tatiana, the second oldest daughter of the Romanovs and falls in love with her. A good read!
I have also begun writing my diary again, which I neglected for quite a while. Hardy and I have been reading some of my old diary entries and they are quite interesting.
Above are two pages of my diary from 2001, written while I was in the throes of preparing for my PhD defense. At the same time, our youngest daughter was getting married and we had become grandparents for the first time. We both can't believe what a busy time it was and how we managed everything!
Hardy has put several puzzles together since Christmas and during our devotional times is always checking different versions among the many Bibles we have on our bookshelves, often enjoying reading a passage from the Plautdietsch (Low German) translation as well as from Peterson's paraphrase The Message and comparing the texts with his own work on the Kikongo translation.
Our grandchildren keep in touch by sending us amusing videos of their artwork and their pets, and of course also calling us on the phone. The first picture below is one of Sasha's creations and she herself is reflected in the second window.
I try to go for a walk every day and just before the big snowfall at the beginning of April, I discovered the pussy willows beginning to bud, so I know spring is coming. It will be different from what we expected but we will survive.
And how have you been and what have you been doing during this strange time of self-isolation?
How do you keep fear at bay, in yourself or in your children and grandchildren?
Here is an example from our Canadian Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, addressing our children:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBBjz16J-nU&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR13wYkakbwiGN-ksLfvEf9wBL9cyypP6HfnghrpWDQqtqemCogogQA-NPc



Thank you for the wonderful blog post today, Elfrieda!
ReplyDeleteI am just in the middle of writing a poem about how in the middle of this frightening time we all need something to look forward to. I was glad to read your writing about fear, and the question of how we deal with it. I do love your stories.
Many thanks,
Love,
Marie
Thank you so much, Marie and I do look forward to reading your poem!
DeleteOh Elfrieda... I just sent you a copy of Justin Trudea'S talk to the children...I thought it was so thoughtful that he adressed their fears and thanked them for their effort in doing their part. We are all in this together😍 Wally and too have been enjoying our time outside every day. The fresh air is so good for the soul. I am taking pictures of interesting things in our little comunity of Birds Hill and getting to know my community a little better. I am thinking I might write an article about this for our local magazine. Otherwise we have been reading,playing Scrabble baking, keeping in touch with our grandkids and friends and family and happy to be safe in our home😍
ReplyDeleteThanks for sending that Lego talk, Ruth. I saw it just before publishing my blog post and thought that would be a good ending! If I had seen a message like that when I was so afraid of polio it might have calmed my fears.
DeleteWhat a fascinating story, Elfrieda. I read it to Stuart over our morning coffee. Loved the Lego talk and shared it online. The contrast between your leader and ours is just so obvious. We are living in a Greek tragedy on this side of the border. Hubris everywhere. Empathy nowhere. Fortunately, there are still many people who ARE helping, and many wonderful stories of personal resilience and community solidarity.
ReplyDeleteAs for us, life is altered but not completely. I am still trying to write one chapter a week for my book on grandparenting. So far so good. Keeping up with church and board week via digital communication. Group family call on the weekends and texts and emails in between. My introvert side is actually quite happy. I have an aunt with the virus and a very vulnerable mother, so the prayer list is quite long. In the end, love wins.
Shirley, I too can feel my “introvert side” and it’s strange, even though as a retired person my lifestyle hasn’t changed that much, there is a change in what I’m doing—writing, reading and thinking, things I naturally gravitate toward but often suppress at normal times, come to the forefront. Stay well, you and Stuart!
DeleteYou are the mistress of weaving your personal history with world events. Great! Like you, I remember the fear of polio and getting the vaccine in grade school.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful too that you've taken the time to review old diary entries. Lately, I've added world events to entries in my gratitude book, so I can keep a marker on the times when I go back to re-read.
The words from Psalm 27:1 are a comfort these days: The Lord is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
of whom shall I be afraid?
Thank you, Marian, especially for those words from Psalm 27. Today and in the days to come that is a reminder of where my security lies. May you and Cliff stay well!
DeleteOh what a great post Aunt Elfrieda. I needed this reminder, such a comfort to remember that we've been here before and have survived and learned. I always love your stories and your willingness to be open about your feelings even when it was a long time ago. That guilt likely helped you develop greater compassion and understanding for the fears and guilt of others. Lots of love xo
ReplyDeleteThank you, Stacey. Loved the picture you posted recently of you and your dad. You’ve been through hard times and I see the same strength in you that I saw in him. Stay strong and know that you are loved.
ReplyDeleteIt’s interesting how we remember, as kids, being afraid yet never wanting to speak about our fears. I think it must be a form of self protection. As adults it’s so important to learn to recognize that the world’s children are afraid. If we can convince children that it’s ok to be afraid and that talking about it can be a relief and may actually help other children it can make a huge difference in their lives. It may not make the fear go away, but they’ll know it’s okay to be afraid. Such a big part of fear is often guilt and shame. If guilt and shame are taken out of the equation then the fear can be managed.
ReplyDelete❤️❤️Love that picture of Sasha in the window❤️❤️
Thank you, Marge, appreciate your insight, and I can tell you speak from experience. When I first saw that picture of Sasha I thought it was Heidi in the window. She really looks like her mom on that picture!
ReplyDeleteOh how I love reading your posts. You share so honestly and your words of wisdom are appreciated. Loved the photos as well. I'm fortunate as I'm able to work from home. Mom is currently well and although we cannot visit in person, we appreciate technology such as FaceTime that allows us to visit "face to face" when it's her turn. Such a blessing. Stay well my dear ones. Will write you an email soon. Much love and prayers.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathy. Strange times we are living in! suddenly and strangely this technology that kept us from being personal with each other, has become the way of relating in the most meaningful way! Tell your mom we love her!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to know how you are faring in these days, Elfrieda. And I especially appreciated your look back at polio in the 1950s--your personal experience with your friends highlights the need for us today to be informed, have people we can talk to, and extend grace and understanding to others. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou’re welcome, April. The event I shared was almost blocked from my memory until the Coronavirus raised its head and then it all came back to me-the fear, the anxiety and the shame. Yes, we need to listen to our children. They are our hope for tomorrow!
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