Everyone's Story welcomes author Sigrid MacRae. I was first introduced to Sigrid and her work when I read a book review of her then just released non-fiction telling of her family life, A WORLD ELSEWHERE. I had to read tho book! Sigrid's account of the Baltic-German father she never knew, of the strong American mother who saved her children from great turmoil and hardships during and post World War II, struck the very themes I enjoy reading and writing about. I contacted Sigrid and was thrilled when she accepted my invitation to appear on my blog. Sigrid offers valuable insights to a time that no one should ever push aside and forget. Do check out her Giveaway offer, her intriguing book excerpt, and please welcome her warmly. Both Sigrid and I look forward to hearing from you.
Sigrid is offering 1 copy of her non-fiction A WORLD ELSEWHERE to 1 randomly chosen commenter. The winner will be announced here on Friday, May 1st between 5-6 PM EST. To be entered in the Giveaway, please leave your contact information within your comment.
Excerpt from A WORLD ELSEWHERE:
Prologue from A WORLD ELSEWHERE by Sigrid MacRae
The box was
beautiful. My mother had bought it in Morocco many years ago, and as a child, I
admired it in secret, stroking the tiny pieces of mother‐of‐pearl inlay on
the surface, its patterns conjuring far‐ away places. Its ivory keyhole held
a key with a striped ribbon attached. Turning the key always produced a soft
pling-plong, but never opened the box. After many decades, my eighty‐five‐year‐old mother was
tired of Maine winters and was moving to Arizona. Parceling out her possessions
and the memories they held to her five surviving children, she now held the box
out to me, saying simply, “Your father’s letters.”
I had always suspected that the box
held them. Exotic and mysteri‐ ous, it was the perfect receptacle
for the treasured relics of a husband long dead and a father I had never known.
It contained a chapter of my mother’s life that she had closed long since, one
I was reluctant to re‐ open. The moment was freighted with feeling; her expression
suggested things that I was afraid I could respond to only with tears. Neither
of us felt comfortable in such emotional territory, and we cut it short. I
stowed the box tenderly in the car along with the other pieces of her life she
had designated for me: a miscellany of books, pictures, rugs, silver. As the
car pulled away, she stood, small and contained, the enormous firs by the
garage dwarfing her as she waved good‐bye. Behind her, morning sunlight
skittered across the bay.
At home the box sat—still beautiful,
but still steadfastly, stubbornly locked—keeping its secrets. Though my mother
had given it to me, I felt that breaking this family reliquary open by force
was wrong. Besides, I was reluctant to discover what the box held. Inside was
the person who had changed the shape of my mother’s life, whom my older
brothers and sisters loved and remembered, a real person to everyone in the
family except me, the youngest… (who never knew him)…
My mother died about ten years after
she gave me the box of letters, and not long after, turning the key opened it. Inexplicable,
I thought, magical, until my husband confessed that he had tinkered with the
lock. After all these years, my father revealed himself quickly...The
voice of my mother’s young lover, so long silent, emerged from his letters like
a genie out of a bottle. From the pages of one letter slipped silken, nearly
transparent poppy petals of the palest salmon pink—the tender gesture of a long‐ago love. So
this was the person who had lurked inside the box all those years...
Questions for Sigrid MacRae:
A WORLD ELSEWHERE is as
much your story as it is a story about your mother, Aimée, a strong and
resilient woman. Is there a central message that you would like to encourage
other women with using your mother’s life story as an example?
People are often capable of far more
than they imagine. Why and how my mother, a weak and affection-starved child,
grew into an indomitable force is not easily explained, but when the need
arose, she demonstrated enough courage for an army. Though she may have
flinched privately, she was an example to her children, an inspiration to many.
Born of an American
mother and a Baltic-German father (killed on
Hitler’s Russian front before you were born) you were born in Germany and came
to live in the United States at the age of 6. Through a child’s eyes did you
experience any kind of prejudice and resistance once you left Germany? How did
this shape you as an adult?
In first grade in Hartford, CT, a boy
named Skippy yelled “Nazi” at me. As a fresh off-the-boat displaced person,
just turned six, I had no more idea what a Nazi was than I knew that the jar in
which Skippy brought his dessert with a big red Skippy on the lid was a peanut butter jar. But I knew it wasn’t
good. This was post-war America; it was only the first of many incidents. I
held my father responsible for that taunt and others that followed me through
childhood and beyond, making me feel alien and “in this world but not of it ” -
a double-edged sword that is hard for a child to deal with. Sometimes it still
is, but time, maturity, and writing the book taught me to overcome such
knee-jerk prejudices. Now I appreciate the other edge of that sword, and see
that it is an advantage that enlarges my perspective.
Your mother’s story unfolded years
after she gave you a box of letters written by the father you never knew. Did
you open the box right away? Why or why not? What emotion did this release in
you?
The box was locked. It was a beautiful
family reliquary of sorts, and I could not bring myself to force it open. I was
also reluctant to find the man who lurked inside. He was half of my mother’s
love story, yet in some way I also held him responsible for her countless
difficulties, and for my being called a Nazi for years. After my mother’s
death, my husband tinkered with the lock. The little pling-plong opened to door
on someone so young, so vivid, thoughtful, and funny, that it was hard not to
fall in love with him too.
Upon learning of your family’s
history, the one your mother and you had chosen not to rehash, did you learn of
any particular pleasantry you would like to share?
I am not sure what you mean by
“pleasantry”; will these do?
“Life is a verb, everyone has a
story,” she used to say.
Another favorite dictum: “Life is
full of surprises, ready or not…”
What did you hope to accomplish in
publishing your personal family story?
First: I wanted to find some answers
for myself.
Second: To show that history is not
necessarily what is found in textbooks, but rather many thousands of individual
histories and motivations, and that my father and many others did not fall
under the blanket ”Nazi” rubric so routinely and carelessly applied to anyone
caught up in Hitler’s war.
I’m a firm believer that history (the tragedies) tends to
repeat itself if not shared and that is one of the reasons why I admire A WORLD
ELSEWHERE. However, some stories are not easy to pass down. Did you experience
any trepidation in publishing this very personal account?
Yes, of course. I felt like an
intruder while reading my father’s early letters, and my mother’s too. But it
was important to share what I learned from those extensive letters. Shaped by a
civilization that disappeared like Brigadoon in the Bolshevik mists when he was
a boy, my father was part of Hitler’s war on Russia, trying to recapture what
was lost, and to free the Russian people from a dreaded Stalin.
It must have looked like the closest
vehicle that might bring what Hitler’s regime had prevented him from
accomplishing in Germany.
I suspect that he knew it would kill
him, but that his death might accomplish what he had not accomplished in life.
Another point: The huge,
ongoing sensitivity to the “Nazi” issue meant that historical accuracy and
scrupulous honesty were crucial. Yes, my father had joined the party, but understanding
when, why and how - and that he was also thrown out of the party and into jail
for religious principles not long after, is critical too.
Any parting messages?
There are few open and shut cases in
history. I hope that the book will strike a blow against ideology – a form of
blindness and a common excuse for evil. There’s no room for ideology in our
shrinking world; it deserves no patience.
People are often capable of far more
than they imagine. Why and how my mother, a weak and affection-starved child,
grew into an indomitable force is not easily explained. She had imagined a
bright future that turned fairly quickly into a story of ongoing disasters.
While she may have flinched privately, she was equal to terrifying
circumstances when the need arose, a lifesaver to her children, an inspiration
to many.
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Author's Bio:
Sigrid MacRae is the
coauthor of Alliance of Enemies, about the undercover collaboration of the
German resistance to Hitler and the American OSS during WWII. She holds a
graduate degree in Art History from Columbia University, spent many years in
publishing, and lives in New York City and Maine.
