1937 was an
especially cold winter in Germany with wave after wave of snow coming with very
cold temperatures from Russia. The snow piled up, pushed back from the streets
so high that one could not see the cars on the street from the sidewalk.
There was a beautiful
hill, not a mountain, in a great park called
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Marcie Sims is a teacher, author, and editor. She teaches literature/film, composition, and creative writing courses at Green River College in Auburn, WA. She lives on Vashon Island, just a short ferry ride away from Seattle, Washington. She writes fiction (short stories and novels), poetry, composition textbooks and has written one historic overview of Capitol Hill Pages as a former U.S. Senate page herself.
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3 replies on “Ilona Cole, Story 98”
This story is so very heartbreaking and also beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us, dear Ilona!
Marcie
This story starts out, as life does, carefree and lovely, with sledding and a wonderful young man helping a young woman with freezing hands. Reuniting at the University could have been the beginning of a friendship between the two, but war, in its cruel way, destroyed this possibly and so much more. Thank you Ilona, for sharing your memories with us.
The two previous comments capture the tone of this story. So sweet. So tender. So innocent. Such a contrast between this scene and the harsh realities of war. And, children bear the worst of the burdens. Ilona’s frozen fingers and a dear young lad responding to her plight. And those eyes!!!! Who could resist those eyes? This is a memory that traces so many heartbreaking realities. Please. No more war……
This story is so very heartbreaking and also beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us, dear Ilona!
Marcie
This story starts out, as life does, carefree and lovely, with sledding and a wonderful young man helping a young woman with freezing hands. Reuniting at the University could have been the beginning of a friendship between the two, but war, in its cruel way, destroyed this possibly and so much more. Thank you Ilona, for sharing your memories with us.
The two previous comments capture the tone of this story. So sweet. So tender. So innocent. Such a contrast between this scene and the harsh realities of war. And, children bear the worst of the burdens. Ilona’s frozen fingers and a dear young lad responding to her plight. And those eyes!!!! Who could resist those eyes? This is a memory that traces so many heartbreaking realities. Please. No more war……