3rd Weekend Writing Warrior
I am writing of my family, great grandparents, August and Auguste Schumann, to make vital records come alive for the family. They are farming, I think subsistence, in Boguslawka, Volhynia. This is a particularly hard time in their lives. It is harvest time and three of there four children are ill, requiring their mother's attendance. (I do not know what has happened to the fourth child.)
"As the day is coming to an end, August enters his home, hot, sweaty and tired, carrying his scythe from his day’s work. However, there is no aroma of dinner and the only candle shines from the bedroom. Entering the room, he finds his exhausted wife, tears running down her face.
Taking her in his arms to try to sooth her, he inquires what has produced her distress. Her hand gestures to the children’s bed. “Auguste Pauline is dead. I’ve tried to get the boys to drink some water, but they are unable. It is a whole month until the circuit pastor comes to our community and my prayers are not working.” "
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