This wonderful memoir is so beautifully written, heart-breaking and honest that I cursed my exhaustion when sleep interrupted my reading. The author’s mother, Rita (Ruchel) Lurie at the age of 5 years with 14 members of her family were forced to flee their homes in Poland and were taken in by righteous rescuers who risked their own lives to hide this family in a dark attic for two years between the summers of 1942 and 1944 while Nazis frequented the farm and wandered menacingly around outside.
Rita witnessed the death of her baby brother Nahum and then her mother Leah two weeks later (from a broken heart?) in that attic. Rita and the remnants of her family (her father Isaac and sister Sara, soon to be renamed Sandra) wandered around Europe for 5 years until the United States took them in. The damage, of course, was done, and this was only the beginning of Rita’s life-long challenges to cope with the wounds she suffered with the loss of her mother and brother, her father’s marriage to a woman possessed with her own demons as a survivor of Auschwitz, and a father who loved her dearly but was limited emotionally and unable to give Rita what she really needed and wanted.
Yet, this beautiful little girl grew into a beautiful woman, married a prince of a man whom she loved and who loved her, and mothered three exceptional children of her own, all of whom have spent their lives in one way or another trying to make right for their mom what was beyond their capacity to do.
Rita’s oldest daughter Leslie, in elegant prose and with keen insight into her mother and herself, tells their story following nearly a decade of writing, researching, returning to Poland, and seeking out both the rescuers, neighbors and relatives who lived in the attic.
Rita’s and Leslie’s candor is ever-present and exceptionally self-revealing. They share some of their deepest secrets, fears, passions, and drives, and their courage in doing so speaks to their strength as individuals and to the power of their family “enmeshment” and loving bond. Leslie’s daughter Mikaela, now a teenager two generations removed from the Shoah, carries the DNA of her grandmother’s and mother’s experience into the next generation. The cover photo of the book shows the three of them walking away down a country road towards the sun.
There are many Holocaust memoirs, and they all break-the heart. This one does that but it also uplifts, and I recommend it highly.
For more information, see Leslie’s blog and an overview of the book at http://www.bendingtowardthesun.com/bending_toward_sun.php