Even before Sofía was born, I knew that I wanted her middle name to be
Magdalena. Before I even explained why, my
esposo sensed that it had some kind
of importance for me and agreed immediately.
(Ah…what a great quality to have in an esposo, no?) Sofía has an Abuela,
but I had an Oma and I spent a lot of
time with my Oma when I was growing
up. I’m convinced that she is the reason
why we grew up with more than one first language. (Well, that’s simple-she lived with us and
didn’t really speak English!)
I didn’t really come to understand the greatness of my grandmother
until I was an adult. I grew up hearing
stories of her experiences, but appreciation set in much later. During the war, for various complicated
reasons, fluctuations of borders, and explosives egos, my mother and her German,
blond blue-eyed, catholic familia were
put into a German concentration camp.
At one point, my Oma’s nephew
was placed in a line to be shipped off to some other camp. She “stole” him
out of that line and saved him and when what she had done was discovered, she
was severely beaten as a punishment. Evidently,
not even that was a deterrent to my Oma,
as some time later (Exactly how long, I can’t remember as my memory is a bit
fuzzy from my jetlag.) my grandmother escaped with her three-year-old daughter
and her young nephew carrying them both to freedom. That escape was planned for
months if not years; my grandmother plotted and learned the routes and contacts
she would need to meet along the way. Freedom
didn’t come overnight either, but really took weeks and it wouldn’t be until
months later that they stopped running from country to country and the Red
Cross arranged for the three of them to live in a small room of a farm house in
the middle of Nowhere, Germany. And this is what that house looks like today.
People ask me all the time about Sofía’s middle name. I usually tear up and say she is named after
my grandmother and walk away. If you’ve
ever asked me…..now you know why! J
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What a beautiful story! Your daughter is lucky to be named after such an amazing woman!
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