This was a lovely read! Felt so connected to the family & the steps they took each day and with each letter Win & Bernard wrote to each other.
They had an incredible skill of expression, communicating with each other in such an eloquent way when they lived apart, didn’t see each other for months on end.
It baffles me how people wrote each other letters back in the day! The written word meant so much & the effort they put into writing them was so incredibly romantic! It makes me believe that something like true love is out there and that a family can stick together through everything such as ww1, ww2, cold war & beyond. The love Win and Bernard shared is incomparable, at least through the letters and the way their grandson described their lives!
The first part of the book was the most enjoyable. I really loved reading about their time in WW1 and how they pined for each other being apart for so long, not knowing how to act in this strange society of Britain in early 1900. Especially about how women are ought to behave, as Win struggled not knowing if she should go study at Oxford and Bernard encouraging her over and over again! Equally Win giving Bernard hope to find a job as a Doctor in a hospital in London or surrounding areas.
The fact that they were struggling with their Jewish, German identity, holding onto a patriotic celebration of “Englishness” made the whole family life intriguing but very strange! One can forget that not only Germans had it difficult to fit in during the time up to WW1 (the hatred for Germans was even worse then compared to WW2!) and how Jewish citizens around the world were always looked at and treated badly, long before Hitler ideologies arrived... it baffles me how the world has always been antagonistic in every possible way, making it difficult to find confidence in ones identity. You might be able to change things if you want to or have a desperate need for it (concerning religion, the family you grow up in or the country you come from), but there will always be something that you cannot change or ignore. Win and Bernard showed how to accept and make the best of what they were given. Of course, they had many advantages compared to other lives but the way they made a life for themselves, however is inspiring and heartwarming!
This biographical tale constructed from the letters of grandparents shows me how difficult it is to hold tight together, support each other and stay true to oneself, once you accept who you are, who you want to be and who you’re actually becoming. It is much easier if not even vital to find a person to share this journey with, if not even a whole array of people you can call family or a part of yourself, in order to achieve a certain stability of mind, pride and especially to share love, something I desperately want to!
Win and Bernard have made a wonderful life for themselves, had the luck to find each other that early on and stuck together through high and low. I always forget that such people existed and still exist in the world. They gave me so much hope, making me emotional for a long time to come, but in a good way!
I hope I can learn from these two and their every letter or Buruma’s interpretation of them! So I can use this knowledge one day, perhabs, I hope with every fibre of my being, as I stumble on such a love and devotion myself, for all highs and lows to come until the very end! Maybe not through war, but other political troubles and definitely through our understanding of ourselves and our identity, finding each other at a physical place (strange or familiar), and then living together in a home full of warmth, acceptance and protection, being there for each others minds, hearts and everything human beings aren’t able to grasp! All this for a long time to come!
I am in deep gratitude that such people exist and keep existing. Someday, I really hope, I may be one of “those people” myself. (for a change... if you look at the bad luck my family had so far...it would be really nice to have a Win & Bernard !!!)
I do hope, I really, desperately, dreadfully hope.
- From a “hopeless” romantic and a walking constant contradiction. (I know I’m messed up...for eternity.)